The enigma—
No man at all am I,
And, if you turn me round,
To hear my warning cry
Not any men are found.
is solved by Nemo, omen, o men.
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The question—
How can our sailors fare the best
When times are harder?
How do they greet with merry jest
An empty larder?
is solved thus—
FOWL IS FARE.
Wind that blows foul and chops about,
With lighter puffs,
And finds the thirsty sailor stout,
Brings food enough!