We departed from the harbor good ol' 1989,
When it comes to pudgy purdy, baby cheeks, well those were mine.
Drink a cider, nope, don't mind 'er, she's just waiting out the time.
'Till the eyes and ears of me her tale find worthy to define.
Now come the building sway and crest of oceans mighty fine,
And sip up lads, but don't lose feet and grip from malted wine.
Coz in the dark of Winter, when Zeus and Hades crash,
Poseidon will betwixt them hurl his elemental lash.
And through the sting of salt upon the wounds of dark and brime,
The life of things we left ahead became our sailor's lime.
And when life gives you citrus you know how to squeeze a dime,
But nickel's hard, beware the bard, who sings a gentler rhyme.