Down to the Sea in Ships

Ah...the salt...the brine...the wind in your little pink ears. Mr. Howell was right. Yachting it is!

Hoist the mainsail
and shivver the timber
Climb up to the jib
May your trotters be limber

Riding the swells
with the foam in your face
surely, this aft,
there's no better place

To behold the Equator
than sway south of the border
In search of adventure,
For this little piggy - All is in order!