Last Sail Burning

There was a fire on the pirate ship Two parrots flew out like a whip Returning they squabbled on deck Feathers flew around—a shot! The moon came out and drifted With clouds moving to and fro Bottles crashed and songs rose The party continued all night It was every man for himself At sunrise a plank extended The walker, blindfolded, landed Head first on the ice—plunk! It was a pirate ship, stuck Bed of ice was all around Middle of the lake Far from the tropics Lost and off course They now burned Their last sail No wind —Stuck!