Rush Rush

Said the Captain,

The Son of a Captain,

Whose Father was Captain before

We drive for the

Nethermost edge of the world

Where we'll meet

The great captains of yore.

We are told

That they wait us

Were ne're a hiatus

Is known on that distant black shore.

But the devil will greet us

And slyly intreat us

With the lie

Just a little bit more.