Big ships, small ships, yachts and dingeys Floating across the mighty sea Carving their way, displacing their weight To keep afloat the Captain and First mate.
Old ships, new ships, schooners and cruise liners Have crossed paths throughout the ages old Once to explore, make claim, pirate and fight Now to wine and dine on a luxurious bite
Salted beef, rock hard bread and weevil-friendly biscuits A 3 course meal fit for Old Salts alike Weevils & worms and bugs of all kind Along with sparse portions of meat, you might find
French wine, filet mignon, sushi and pastries Buffets and fine dining, variety is key All you can eat, whenever you'd like No chores, no work, just eating all night'
What a contrast exists between these two worlds Only 2 to 300 hundred years apart Once grimy, risky, arduous and fraught Now fancy, lazy, and much to be bought
What if the Old Salts could teleport to today And live aboard our floating hotels? With no masts to climb or sheets to tend Would they break or would they bend?
I suppose that switch would be easy enough But send us back to Pirate-ridden waters You'd be sure never to hear from us again Swabbing the deck would **** us alone Not to mention the food and disease of back when.