Young Roy McCoy, the ship's abused cabin boy,
Smiled, feeling great joy hearing "Land ahoy!"
After crossing the deep and wide Pacific,
He found sighting land quite joyously terrific!
On last landfall were islanders who served poi,
Eating strange foods on land did please Roy!
He dreamed that on land he would happily run,
On solid earth's footing he'd have youthful fun,
Not to be shy, sly, or coy--just being Roy,
Delayed boyhood pleasures he'd finally enjoy.
But alas and alack! Young Roy could not slip
To get on dry land from the sailing ship,
To escape living on the hated salty sea,
No South American he, footloose and ship-free,
Instead, mistreated crossing the stormy Atlantic,
In his sadly muted state of hopeless panic!