Sailor Constellation
A distant dot
Is the first shot
Ricocheting across the bow
The supply ship
Took
With only boy's for a crew
That sunk into the blue
When the torpedoes struck
And unlike the Titanic
Not a single ship was to come back
Cast into the deep blue sea
The Cocky Watchman sank
Last man standing
On the precipice of a watery abyss
Fallen sailors dwell
Of little consolation
He took 1 final look at presidons constellation
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