Ya know LH, that there is a rollicking good little ballad, as good as ever was writ in Ma's house, I;'ll have you know. If all you can come up with is a supercilious remark about wasting time, ya know, you can go take Chongo and Chinga off in the corner and take beaver lessons from them. I happen to LIKE my little sailor's ballad, and I think it captures a faint wisp of the velleities that make Ma what she is.   So there.