After floozing with dockside medusas,
And much trading of bodily juices,
The bosun got twitches
And pains in his britches
With leakage from several sluices.

The doc, Al Hadin bin Kabusus,
Came a-run with his pots and caduseus,
But the arsps they untwined,
Bit the bosun behind:
And the poor man he died, what the deuces!

He's a rather unfortunate, quite unfortunate,
He's an awfully unfortunate bosun.