In a murky canal like a moat A pair of green eyes seem to float Now he’s fixing the skeg ‘Fraid of losing a leg To a gator six feet from the boat

While taking a drink in the shade Dear Brian enjoys Gatorade But taking a swig Found a live roach THIS BIG Now he’s mixing his cocktails with Raid!

The magical seventy-four Would shake the boat down to its core But Bill’s only sixty So it may be tricky But it’s not a hurricane’s roar

A momentous task faces Brian and Barry A task that is considered exciting and scary On the nineteenth of June ‘neath a not-quite-full moon They’ll attempt to install the auxiliary

The crew of Cayenne’s sorely needed But she’s gimpy from something her knee did On a boat named Freebooter Now she sails the computer While waiting for it to get treated

Last week there were mosquitoes to smash This week there are termites to bash But the worst of the matter Was the fall off the ladder And the very hard landing in the trash

There once was a sailor named Brian Fell in love with a vessel named Cayenne From his home way up north He boldly went forth Now he’s bitchin’ and moanin’ and cryin’!