As I climbs up the riggin',
I sees a maiden fair,
I says, 'Arrr, listen darlin',
May I stroke yer luverley 'air?'
Unfortunately fer me,
Cap'n Donald Haddock the third,
The lurverly maiden that I sees
Is an oceanic bird.
I blames the rum, arrrr, that I do,
So I climbs back down again,
Since I started drinkin' it,
Me's eye's not been the same.
(Best I could do. Oh God, I'm a terrible poet.)