Don'T Forget The Olives

Would you be a martyr to serendipitous days, And leonine winters with marshmallow bays. Give up your personal dinghy still smiling While all around you the monkeys are styling, And brightly-hued parrots are walking the plank, While one-eyed drunk pirates berate and pull rank They're having h'ors d'oeuvres on a coral-colored yacht, And orange-striped longjohns are the thing that's most sought After getting caught in the rain, with galoshes bright green A sure sign of winning the lottery, I'll ween. But I must be getting back now; the sky is quite full Of the puffy white clouds I've been hired on, to cull I'll shrink them and wrap them and float them to Cuba; Where they're stuffed, before shipping, down into a tuba- The music's the thing, I think we all agree well And there's so much of that it's best put out to sail.