The thimble ship bobs betwixt
the high and briny waves.
The tiny fleas traverse the seas--
vasty, fierce and dark.
The captain jumps amidst the rigs
and calls out to his boys.
"Fear not the deep, nor truest sleep!
"The far shore meets my eyes!"
The tiny mates work fro and to
to steer their shiny barge.
And by Godspeed, they may indeed
live to bite again.
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