Falling, falling, falling!
So cried the windblown boat.
The wind blew hard and didn’t stop,
Until it dried its throat.

The sails were ripped,
And the lines were snapped.
Between two waves,
The boat was trapped.

Drowning, drowning, drowning!
Dying is such a blur.
All the sailors were able swimmers,
Though tied to the mast they were.