The 23rd Parody

The 23rd Parody Loch David Crane 1979 The Hawk is my ship, Sir; I shall not want. She maketh me to lie down in a hard rack. She bounceth me over the rough waters. She unsettleth my stomach. She leadeth me into the Indian Ocean for our country's sake. Yea, though I sail through the ocean of the shadow of Communism, I will fear no aggression, for she is with me. Her helos and Tomcats, they comfort me. She prepareth a fine mess for me in the presence of the bear. She anointeth my head, except during water hours; my cup runneth dry then. Surely, good ports and fine memories shall follow me all the days I am short, and I will dwell under her nuclear umbrella forever.