Wooden ships are nice, although they're older,
And wood's more weight than fiber carbon.
And wooden ships don't hold too well together.
When unkind waves bash, the masts are gone.

Whenever there is some inclement weather,
You know your vestments will be getting wetter.

Wooden ships are nice, although they break up
When it's storming--swept away, some crew.
To the main deck I have got myself tethered
With a shredded sail's frayed, lashing clew.

The crappy pine of which it's built is bending.
The kippered herring for lunch is upending.
Oh, wood ship--bad advice.

Maybe if we sink some fish we'll rope to pull us through the blue,
Making friends with sharks and skates and rays and whales and lingcod too.
We could be carried (we could be carried)
To land, with waves lapping (land with waves lapping).

Wouldn't that be nice?

It blows and screams, the storm; a rock is this ship,
This cursed voyage started with just a little drip.
It's too late to caulk it.
Wooden ships aren't nice.