It was an old ship, an old wooden ship,
One that had always been on the sea.
The town packed aboard the useless fools,
To send them out to drift on the raging sea.
The old ship creaked and groaned,
While the fools danced and moaned.
They were not pleased with living on the sea.
However, that was where they were meant to be.
The towns people celebrated,
With great pomp, ceremony and cheer,
They were so glad that those merry fools,
Were not drinking their wine and beer.
The seasons changed, dark clouds came,
There were thunder bursts and heavy rain.
Every hut and building sailed with the tide,
The people had nowhere to run and hide.
The ship of fools learned to love the sea.
They accepted their faith and destiny.
There was no where they now wanted to be,
They found the Island of calm serenity.
The ship of fools had drifted around the world.
The fools were wiser and much cleverer now.
The ship of fools sailed back to their town.
They rescued the people who were drowning now.
The ship of fools was now the ship of the wise.
The townspeople made the fools their heroes.
They lavished the fools with leisure and pleasure.
The fools were now the town’s priceless treasure.