Monday, August 30, 2004

[1918 - Ted Williams, baseball's last .400 hitter, born]

I Saw a Ship

The Ship of State's a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea.
And, oh, but it was laden
With pretty things for thee.

There were comforts in the cabin,
And political pork in the hold;
The sails were made of silk
And the masts were all of gold.

The four-and-twenty sailors
That stood between the decks,
Kept hundreds of Iraqi prisoners
With chains about their necks.

The Captain was not accountable,
He is just another hack,
"It must have been those other guys,"
The Captain said, "Quack! Quack!"

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