The willet sat up in the crow's nest looking out, the skies were blue
The novelty it soon wore off and we got really quite bored
People romanticise sailing out to sea on a voyage
But the reality is rather mundane, trust me
But soon we spied a yacht on the waves
We sailed closer for something to do
There was a camp young man waving exuberantly
We went onboard, he said his name was Michael Perham
To be honest I found him weird and overbearing
But he was harmlessly English and his heart was in the right place
He promised us he'd take us all the way to China
He had expensive navigation tools
We thought we might as well trust him
And before you could say "Bamboo" we were there!