He went down to his
Watery grave,
Of sea-weed,and
Octopussy..
He fell down on the
Rocky wave,
With Flounder
And Ariel,Laughing at him..
He'd been prodded,
And poked,and Piqued,
And Ruined,
But he'd grinned,and he'd borne it..
The salty Green sea,It
Roared with Life and it plopped with death,
And He dropped to the enigma,
His end and his place,
He'd died in action,He'd given it all Up,
He was to be trapped,
For evermore,
In Davy Jones' Locker...
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