Gam

Sound the bell,

for the aimless lass,

prepare our gam,

this weekend at sea

 

While she's lost,

and looks for fish,

I'll mix the brandy,

and we'll meed past 3

 

no worry if she's late,

she'll find her way,

to join our ship,

and our bumbling banter,

 

she's a bit out there,

like hidden treasure,

she's my muse,

and I'm her anchor