[read as a flamboyant pirate]

Why durst we cry when we're happy 'n sad?

Is it cos of the burden of being, me lad?

The land-lubbers cling to their dirt and their dwellin,

While seafaring cineastes're like to be yellin'

For somethin' twixt joy and a tidal despair

That costs naught but yer tears, so buyer's beware!

In venturin' this far, you're showing some foul

Inclination to voyage, and to Throw in the Pal