With a K.R.A. and an I.,[4]
We'll make him a deputy C.P.O.,[5] with Rank of Admiral, whether or no,
And now when Poulson sails to war
In E-boat Seventy-two,
The boatswains pipe and the bugles blare, "Stand to attention—forward there!
The Admiral's passing you!"
That is the tale as told to me
By a friend from Beatty's Fleet,
When over a glass (or even two), he swore to me that the tale was true,