Self assured over tranquil seas
All who know me sing praise and please
Confidently I sail along
My hand upon the rudder
Crew and passengers alike
Pack your bags, bring your dreams
I’m the master of our fate
All aboard my Mighty Cutter!
I prove to all my unrivaled worth
Commanding the perfect voyage
Vaingloriously I sail forth
The oceans obey, falling into order.
Waves are crashing over bow
A driving rain
In plan a crimp, a royal pain
What is going on below?
Could we surely be in for it now?
Hell no we won’t go.
Easy peasy, like cutting butter.
Rebellious waters chase and churn
Stomachs on board
begin to turn
My master plan now all fubbed duck.
I’m in charge, in full control
Don’t you, the whole world see and know?
I know how to go with the flow.
I swear and shout and sputter.
I fumble, trip, holler and stutter
My hand has lost that stinkin’ rudder.
But I and my ship are greater than
that which created the eldest elm.
Might I lose my almighty realm?
I think, I mumble, I utter.
Sinking now are I and them
Aside ill fated cutter
Our future looking very grim
Heartbeat but a weakened flutter
A light, a ship, a saving grace
Igniting sparks of hope ablaze
Heroes through a blurry haze
Heave us from the dreadful water.
Rescue song of saving psalm
Medicine of nature’s balm
Reminscent once again
Here before, I have been
Overcome and overwhelmed
The only one in full control
Is the one who’s hand is
at the Helm.