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!