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ALICE IN BLUNDERLAND
She sailed around Ogunkit Bay
Down past the Banks of Quogue,
And on a brilliant summer's day,
Just off the coast of Mandelay,
She landed in a fog.
So brace the topsails close, my lads,
And stow your grog, my crew,
For the waves are steep and the fog is deep
Round the Nancy P. D. Q.
As in the fog she groped around—
The night was black as soot—
She ran against Long Island Sound,
Out where the codfish toot.
And when the moon rose o'er the scene
So smiling, sweet and bland,
She poked her nose so sharp and keen—
'Twas freshly painted olive green—
Deep in a bar of sand.
So splice the garboard strakes, my lads,
And reef the starboard screw—
For it sticks like tar, that sandy bar,
To the Nancy P. D. Q.
