Behold the conning tower above
The big stern chasers pointing aft!
This is not he that saved mankind
With pards and pigs from tempests blind,
But rather he that forged a flood,
And not of water but of blood,
And filled with worse than wolves his impious craft.
But come, we'll build a larger boat
Of English breed, no Teuton shams,
Where sheltered animals shall float,