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MIDNIGHT ON THE OCEAN

'Twas midnight on the ocean. Not a streetcar was in sight,
So I stepped into a cigar store to ask them for a light.

The man behind the counter was a woman, old and gray,
Who used to peddle doughnuts on the road to Mandalay.

She said, "Good morning, stranger." Her eyes were dry with tears,
As she put her head between her feet and stood that way for years.

Her children all were orphans except one tiny tot
Who had a home across the way above a vacant lot.

As I gazed through the oaken door, a whale went drifting by,
Its six legs hanging in the air, so I kissed her goodbye.

This story has a moral as you can plainly see:
Don't mix your gin with whiskey on the deep and dark blue sea.