As we were putting out to sea,
We spied a German warship.
The Captain paced the quarter-deck,
Parading, in his corset.
"What ho!" we cried, "We'll sink your ship!"
And so we up and sinked her,
But the cabin boy was saved alive,
And buggered in the sphincter.
Sounds hokey. Nothing of the sort googles up, except of course for this entry.
For days and days,
And nights and nights
They sailed the wide Atlantic.
If not for the hope of a piece of a**
The sailors would be frantic.
The only conclusion that can be drawn: Canadians are sexual dynamos.