They called him Captain Four Wheels,
Because he had four good legs.
He sailed through seas of wet grass
Swinging his two fearsome blades.

Hired two fishy deckhands,
Called them Black Sev and Red Kash.
One cool as a cucumber,
The other stubborn and brash.

Hey! Out into deep grasses
Four Wheels ordered them to sail,
And took into his cabin
Nine bottles: rum, grog and ale.

The ominous clouds gathered,
And a ruthless storm broke out.
Four Wheels drank in his cabin
Nine bottles: rum, grog and stout.

Black Sev flattened the mainsail,
The bindweed ropes were in shreds.
Nobody heard his shouting
To stay low and mind their heads.

Had Four Wheels known his crew well
Surely that bane wouldn't have struck.
Kash was no lad after all.
Women on board means bad luck.

The Captain hugged his bottles,
At the sight of nearby docks.
Haven't made it to the port,
Four Wheels' ship crashed on the rocks.

When the golden sun was back,
They saw grass sea calm and flat,
Hurt Captain became Three Whells,
The nine bottles were intact.