(_A Sort of Sea Shanty._)
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;
So we mustn't be cross if she seems to crawl--
It's rather a marvel she goes at all.