Run Aground
There is a dash of salt in me
Garnered from my years at sea
Neptune, I honored and did plea
For the eternal calming lee
Then a hurricane winked at me
Such a storm was that lady
I tried my best to sail and flee
But she was such a pretty she
Now we live beside a tree
My new anchor and salty me
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