Old Bill Barnacle sticks to his ship,
He never is ill on the stormiest trip;
Upside down he crosses the ocean—
If you do that you enjoy the motion.
Barnacle's family grows and grows;
Little relations arrive in rows;
And the quicker the barnacles grow, you know,
The slower the ship doth go—yo ho!
Thousands of barnacles, small and great,
Stick to the jolly old ship of State;