A boy stood on the burning deck He had nowhere to flee Alone on a deserted ship Upon an angry sea Water water everywhere But not a drop to drink Said he "Oh damn and blast it The ship's about to sink Before I drown however I'll ease my misery I'll try to think of someone Who's much worse off than me Oh to be a castaway Apart from all his mates Alone on some far distant isle With nowt to eat but dates Oh to be a Labrador And kicked out on the street Be beaten, starved, neglected Or crushed by people's feet Oh to be a little bird Upon a tree branch sat Sweetly singing in the sun Then eaten by the cat Oh to be a prisoner That finds his prison dull So manages to scale the wall But falls and cracks his skull Oh to be a pilot in A faulty aeroplane To land safe with a parachute Then get hit by a train Oh to be a millionaire Who tells his boss to stick it Then goes to claim his winning prize But finds he's lost the ticket" Upon the burning deck he stood Just barely half afloat When suddenly he looked and saw A fast approaching boat The boat drew up beside the boy And threw across a rope The boy could not believe his luck At this fresh sign of hope "I'm saved I'm saved" he yelled with glee "There's now no need to panic" And with a great sense of relief He boarded the Titanic. |