T'marrow, an t'marrow, an t'marrow,
Lurches this sorry shippe frum day t' day.
Frum thee last tinne barrel ov fish head stoo;
An awl arrrgh cabbin bouys 'ave lighted fools
Thee way t' Cronan's deepe. Out, out, foul bilge rats!
Yer knot but scrabblin' paws, poor hex cyooses,
That sqeake an fret yer arrrghs hupon thee deck,
An then -- caught by NefYoo. 'Ere be a tail
Tol' by an idjit wry-tin hin Pyrate,
Sigma Phy in nuffink.
I will honor Monkey in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.
~Charles "Darwin" Dickens