Good Riddance

Let the record show

I really didn’t know

That an iceberg could do damage

Like that iceberg did.

Don’t think I didn’t care

That a floating bit was there,

Begging for some rammage

With nine-tenths of its body hid.

Let the record indicate

That good-old-me, the captain’s mate,

Gave warning to the skipper,

But he did merely scoff.

Then the captain broke the ship

And so he went out for a dip.

He was a lousy tipper,

So in the end, we’re better off.