He & the mutts never of it clean,
They let the lake give it a sheen,
They live in as you can see, squalor ,
None of them are in any way a sailor…
His wife does of them all admonish,
Can’t you at least dump the sewer,
And once in a year maybe empty the dead fish,
Or you won’t get me out on that piece of junk,
Even if you do put in a more comfortable for me, bunk…
At least your little brother, Ed, does of his yacht wash,
He keeps it clean & free from mildew & mold,
He says of you that your just getting old,
And Ma states the same, she can’t stand the smell either, by gosh…
It serves us quite well, it’s extremely durable;
It keeps us all warm, on those cold lake nights,
And all of my merry mutts, find it quite a delight.
They think that I should invite you on our very next cruise,
I said OK, if you buy all the milkbones, and all the booze;
And don’t buy the cheap stuff, or they will all quickly mutiny,
I’ve assigned you to the ‘Poop Deck’ - signed Capt. Pee Wee.