I am the real McCoy.
Not a wanna be decoy.
Or a boxed up toy.
You are My vessel, Ahoy.
Prepare for the voyage, oh, boy.
Come set sail with Me.
There is plenty of poi.
Later on we will dine on rice, saturated in soy.
I have a special place for you.
It is filled with lovely, koi.
It will bring you great joy.
Every place we go,
I will get us there, blow, by blow.
And row, by row.
We will navigate by the shine of My glow.
Just follow My flow.
But keep your head low.
You and I are not far apart.
We have the same heart.
Just keep your eyes open, for every fiery dart.
And listen for the harp.
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