The Walloping Window Blind

A capital ship for an ocean trip
Was "The Walloping Window Blind;"
No gale that blew dismayed her crew
Or troubled the captain's mind
The man at the wheel was taught to feel
Contempt for the wildest blow
And it often appeared  when the weather had cleared
That he'd been in his bunk below
The boatswain's mate was very sedate
Yet fond of amusement  too;
And he played hop-scotch with the starboard watch
While the captain tickled the crew
And the gunner we had was apparently mad
For he sat on the after-rail
And fired salutes with the captain's boots
In the teeth of the booming gale
The captain sat in a commodore's hat
And dined  in a royal way
On toasted pigs and pickles and figs
And gummery bread  each day
But the rest of us ate from an odious plate;
For the food that was given the crew
Was a number of tons of hot-cross buns
Chopped up with sugar and glue
And we all felt ill as mariners will
On a diet that's cheap and rude;
And the deck shook when we dipped the cook
In a tub of his gluesome food
Then nautical pride we laid aside
And we cast the vessel ashore
On the Gulliby Isles  where the Poohpooh smiles
And the Anagazanders roar
Composed of sand was that favored land
And trimmed with cinnamon straws;
And pink and blue was the pleasing hue
Of the Tickletoeteaser's claws
And we sat on the edge of a sandy ledge
And shot at the whistling bee;
And the Binnacle-bats wore water-proof hats
As they danced in the sounding sea
On rubagub bark  from dawn to dark
We fed  till we all had grown
Uncommonly shrunk when a Chinese junk
Came by from the torriby zone
She was stubby and square  but we didn't much care
And we cheerily put to sea;
And we left the crew of the junk to chew
The bark of the rubagub tree