Poetry for a Sinking Ship

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The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence almost all but he had fled
Telling Captain Flint
A small white lie
And this is what he said
I didn’t start the fire
And that on my pipe
A little Puff I really did desire
And those Pesky Seagulls
Made me drop my matches
And I’ve never been good
As you know
At making catches
Before Captain Flint
Could tell him
To walk the plank
The fire got worse
And the ship
It sort of