LAH-DE-DAH, lah-de-dee
Lady on a yawl slid into the sea
Lady on a yawl slid into the sea
Fell from grace
Off the bow did she.
Called for help not once but three.
Bobbed fore and aft
Like a piece of debris
Clung to a shell
Hopelessly.
Towed pell mell
During this embrace
Wore seaweed lace
Drank algae tea.
Who could it be
On this ominous race
Might be you; hope not me
Lah-de-dah, shell-shocked she