Cried Benn, "Although my decks he's swept,
He has not sunk my craft."
Says Jim, "Those shanks are not live limbs,
They're only party pegs!
You have as wooden members quite,
As represent your legs!"
"Alive—and kicking, still am I!"
Says Benn, with huge elation;
"But if you think my legs are dead,
Let's have—an arbitration!"