The Wellerman

There once was a Fool's ship that put to sea, and the name of the ship was Wellerman, gee.
Whenever the Wellerman rode the gale, no troubles will prevail.

Actors and jesters upon her stern,
And candy and games at every turn.
Her bow cuts a path through the Imaginary sea,
And leaves all the stars shining wild and free.

Just give seven shrieks and hop in the air,
Dance to the evening star right there,
The Wellerman will receive the signal flare.
Thanks to The Laughter guiding the way,
Though trapped at the black hole's edge we stay,
She'll bring you back safe to the bay.

So fear you not, young sailor bold,
Though we have lost our way untold.
Whenever the Wellerman rode the gale,
No troubles will prevail.