We set sail on some floating beds
Under blankets of blue and red
Down to Buckland Town the water flowed
We fished all day and night
But hardly got a bite
We wondered where did all the fish go?
Then Jiro got a bit too drunk
And bumped into Anysia's bunk
Dropped his pie and watched it roll away
The pie fell off the bed
And Jiro, he turned red!
"I will be going hungry today!"
