Stories

I’m not one to lie to others

But one must entertain

When the tale isn’t as good as it should be

I’ll upholster the truth without shame

I’ll remember the feelings

And most of the facts

I make the rest of it up

Based on how I would act

I’ve got stories to tell

To regale and amaze you

They all really happened

And almost all of them are true

I don’t tell the big lies

The ones that go wrong

I lightly embellish the real tales

To move them along

If the bit is a bad one
And I can’t sugar coat it

My memory will crap out

And I’ll simply forget it

I’ve got stories to tell

To regale and amaze you

They all really happened

And almost all of them are true

My Name

I’m as shapely a ship as ever there’s been

With a prow like a swan, my stern has to be seen

My hull is white and my topsides the same

Eighty feet of waterline, and Mayan’s my name

I’ve made passage from Avalon to far Otahiete

My helm is light and my lines are sweet

My voyages have been sung and consigned to fame

Eighty feet of waterline, and Mayan’s my name

I had an owner and master, my skipper he was

The crew and the passengers all called him Croz

I took him to the Old Spanish Main

Eighty feet of waterline, and Mayan’s my name

I’m as shapely a ship as ever there’s been

With prow like a swan, my stern has to be seen

My hull is white and my topsides the same

Eighty feet of waterline, and Mayan’s my name