The Victor
Far from land and out to the sea
Calling for everyone to me
Crying for help without an aid
Coming to conquest in the raid
Seeking the land and blinded by
All but drifting on the sighs
Taking the sharks by the the nose
And for the moment find repose
Whoever heard that a man could win
After he’d fought just on a whim
Without a sword and with only a cry
That his brethren should stand nearby
Who’s ever seen such wondrous sight
That with his trophy he found the light
He’d taken off and he did win
For all his friends and all his kin
Let’s celebrate his victory now
As he parades and takes a bow
The winners’ circle is just so small
He’ll find his niche and conquer all
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