posted on Jul, 29 2010 @ 02:41 PM
"One hundred bottles of beer-on-the wall, one hundred bottles of beer,
you take one down, and pass it around . . ninety-nine bottles of beer on the
wall . ."
In time, the saltwater . . becomes his crutch,
He knows he doesn't need people . . very much,
His boots and land . . . they seldom touch,
He loves the wind . . the waves . . and such.
When he is old and withered, and the sea-legs fail,
He'll sink below the water . . . in honor.