On Global Extinction of the Species Part 1

united on aground our ships on oceans all arranged mankind as navy setting sail, but where to bound(?) listen for the common sound, an orchestra by God arrainged(?) setting sail, leaving port, seas of blue flags unfurled we steam each for our dream i wonder on which ship are you? and how youre captains commands would seem to me? some, unfortunately, are nukes, and some are not round them others gather to be safe give in homage what their crew has brought each small yet rusty sea scarred waif each manned by roughnecks twice as tough and led by officers wise and olde some through arctics where comforts rough and the common mans olde fashioned bold where, i ask, are we all heading, to what port dally here, sally there, load supplies, relative bearing grease, especially drinking, avoiding sinking, singing out, collisions to abort happy, smiling, roistrous sailors warm and dry to stay, say we what flags on yours, mines Olde Glory, red, white and blue we're led by the Old Man, he's not so bad better indeed than some we've had, he leads the crew good thing, though, we're ironclad constitution, you've heard of it? yes, we're a nuke, but don't mind that, we' pretty mellow aint had a king since some ol' Brit we showed 'im why we don't fly no yellow i wonder about you, your ship's much older than mine if age is wisdom, could you teach or what would your patriarchs minds combine to set as representative of yourselves 'pon your beach? i see a flag, and quite a crew all those people, manning posts, sailing where? if you could set one course, and all agree, what would you do? about what, aside from you, do you care?