The Voyage

Sailing the stormy sea,
Peaceful thoughts abandon me;
The vessel starts tilting,
The crew’s mood is wilting
In face of a storm on the sea.

After four months of sailing,
The crew starts in wailing
For they are getting quite sick.

Convinced he was dying,
A man started sighing,
“Oh, save me from Moby Dick!”

We near our destination,
The crew (anticipation)
Shouting “We survived!”
And by those heartfelt words
The crew is now revived.