Then the lookout cried, "Torpedo to port!"
And the captain soiled his pants
He whimpered and moaned and whined and groaned
And went on one of his rants.
But the bold and noble Rapaire, tho' a lowly deckhand he,
Grabbed the wheel and turned her hard to the right, or starboard,      nautically,
And the torpedo missed by half an inch
On the way to thirty-three kay.