Columbus sailed the sea, sea, sea...
What did ole boy eat, eat, eat?
Gull-igan stew? After Isabel's rue...
Over parting with her bread, bread, bread?
Ole boy equipped with bare-worthy ships...
No pantry padding for hungry Dips...Dips?
What else to call his crew, crew, crew?
Well informed if they knew, knew, knew...
They wouldn't fall off the Edge...
But ole boy kept those Viking Maps...
To himself.
Drunk, shanghaied sailors don't read well.
Most snored...way past the Azores...
And, with major hangovers, told ole boy...
Land Ahoy!!!
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