Happiness Is Only A Tear Drop Away

Grave of ships

It was a warm summers eve ,
By the shores of Dumfries,
There was a cool light breeze,
Gliding over the seas,
And beneath these seas,
Was a grave of ships,
These ships where home to lots of fish,
Well fish of sorts,
They could sing and talk,
They could freeze over seas and turn fish into trees,
With one tear drop that's all it took,
One day on land it was decreed,
To free these ships from their watery grave,
Give them a clean like of paint and put them on display,
The men swam down to the ships in their grave,
And they where never ever seen again.