Old Ship
I saw a ship sailing
With flags waving a mast
On the dry land sailing
They were dressed in the finest cast
The ship was old and creakin bad
Tables and napkins folded brand New
Its boards worn and the oars sad
The ship sailed slowly by at noon
A sparkle that shined caught me by surprise
The crew was jubilant working as they sang
Not a treasure full of gold but angels in disguise
That old ship I climbed right in and changed
Stepping my feet and working too
This old ship that runs on dry land
I'm happy I'm free cause it rescued me
Go outside and wait til noon and I'll see ya soon
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