• At the beginning of a book most dreary,
    Before it becomes so weak and weary,
    A mariner from Nantucket bleary
    Joins a tribal tattooed cannibal most scary
    And an insane monoped who quite probably has scurvy
    To sail the seven seas in search of their great white whale quarry.

    So they sail
    And they sail
    And they sail
    And they sail

    And they sail
    And they sail
    And they sail
    And they sail

    And they sail
    And they sail
    And they sail
    And they sail,
    Until Melville decides that it's time to talk whales.

    Now the point of this part
    Is to explain without reason,
    Every fact about whales
    That you'll never be needin'.
    It goes on and goes on and goes on and goes on
    And goes on and goes on and goes on and goes on.

    Now they're sailing
    They're sailing
    They're sailing
    They're sailing

    They're sailing
    They're sailing
    They're sailing
    They're sailing

    And since nothing noteworthy
    Is happening onboar’,
    Melville decides to give you
    A harpooning tour.

    The hist'ry of harpoons,
    The shape of harpoons,
    The throw of harpoons,
    And every other possible factoid that ANYONE would want to know about harpoons,
    And then even more,
    As if Melville was being sponsored by
    "Ye Olde Time Harpooning Emporium".

    So they sail and talk whales
    And they sail and talk whales
    And they sail and talk whales
    And they sail and talk whales

    And they sail and talk whales
    And they sail and talk whales
    And they sail and talk whales
    And they sail and talk whales

    And they sail and talk whales
    And they sail and talk whales
    And they sail and talk whales
    And they sail and talk whales

    And the tedium sieges the reader's strong will,
    And the tediousness of the repeat does finally prevail,
    And the reader is left feeling really quite ill,
    And a sudden strong urge to hurt Herman Melville.

    And in the final few pages
    Of this whale tale from Hell,
    The captain and crew meet
    The whale of the tales.

    The leviathan white,
    With a fire in eye,
    Attacks the small ship
    And leaves one man alive.

    Thus ends this great tale
    Of a male and his whale,
    All brought to you courtesy
    Of Herman Melville.