Locked me up in the loony bin,

For some or another committed sin,

Can’t fathom why but attached to my back was a fin,

It seemed to grow right out of my skin…

Then I was helping some doctor,

To find himself a proctor,

We got a Jack of all Trades,

He helped us no end, till they both,

Stepped off the dock & landed on their heads,

Breaking I suppose they were, their beds…

Then I was workin’ on the docks,

Watched the Queen Mary depart,

But in the wrong direction she was sailing,

Towards the land rather than the sea,

                 This came out of me…?