The Wail of the Woeful Sailor

The wail of the woeful sailor

Rang out across the sea.

No longer proud, he cried aloud

"Please God, come rescue me!"

The sea is cruel to a Ship of Fools

With nowhere else to be.

They sail around, their destination bound

For the bottom of the sea.

So if we fail to hear this wail

And keep things as they be

No longer wise, then our demise

Will be no mystery.

And may God Bless America

Nickolas N. Zaccaro

Schnecksville