I'm not the prurient pal of fortune 

What's that you say

Who are you?

Oh, me? No one to you!

I'm just the who I am!

Please be gone

Oh I am 

Gone and gone again

Like ripples on the sea

A flower never seen!

I'll shine my boots 

just to the sea

And whales with a hundred years of twisted scar

The Essex knew her well but the sailors had not read

About the Solomon Islands 

And so headed for South America

Because of fear

Of cannibals

But truth be told-

Um oops