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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am a young man, to Nantucket I've traveled never before have I been out to Sea, here in the Harbor, I've spotted the Pequod I knew then and there, that ship was for me, Ishmael is my name,I was a Teacher Queequed my friend, best harpooner on board, the man they call Ahab, well he is the captain you can bet he will see to it we're never bored, Here! here! drink a toast to our Captain, Hey mister fiddler, come play us a lick, Here! Here! have your harpoons to ready when we see the white whale that they call Moby Dick, The captain's on deck, we can all hear him walkin with his old wooden leg,thanks to one great White Whale, he calls for attention, as he calls us to forward he points to his leg, as he tells us the tale, A fifty dollar gold piece, is nailed to the mainsail for the harpooner, when the white whale he kills, then the man in the crows nest , says yo I can see him into the longboats where we test our skills, Here! Here! drink a toast to our Captain Hey mister fiddler, come play us a lick, Here! Here! have your harpoons to ready when we see the white whale that they call Moby Dick, The Captain he is restless, and takes to a longboat we had three harpoons in, he was pullin us slow, when the eye of that whale, caught sight of the Captain he came about and he started to roll, He went straight for the longboat, that carried the skipper locked in his eye, as he started to blow, raised out of the water, near forty foot outward down they both went, to Jones' locker below, Here! Here! drink a toast to our Captain Hey mister fiddler, come play us a lick, Here! Here! have your Harpoons to Ready when we see the White Whale, that they call.... Moby Dick! copyright 2011 Rd Pickett
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