Through Maritime Miles (Nate, The Captain) Poem by Bryan Norton

Aye, aye! Said the Captain, who spoke on his date,
Who spoke on his date to his pretty first mate,
His pretty first mate, the lady Miss Tate,
The very first lady to say he was great!

Yes, yes, my dear Captain, my dear Captain Nate,
Yes, yes, to the fact that I like my first date!
Aye, aye, my dear lady, my dear lady Kate,
Aye, aye, to the fact that I like my first mate!

Yes, yes, my dear Captain, Yes, yes, to your fame,
But what is your fame with a missing last name?
Aye, aye, my dear lady, aye, aye, to my fame,
But few pirates know that I have a last name!

Yes, yes, my dear Captain, yes, yes, my dear Nate,
Yes, yes, to the name that is key to your fate,
Your last name is mighty, your last name is great,
But what is the name we should put on your plate?

The Captain then muttered, he stuttered to state
He stuttered to state that his last name was great
He muttered and stuttered and buttered his bait
For something he uttered that fluttered Miss Kate

My dear pirate Captain, I hear what you state,
I hear what you state when you speak on our date,
I'm glad that you chose me to be your first mate,
But now you must trust me to finish your plate!

Aye, aye, said the Captain, Yes, yes, said Miss Tate,
Wee, wee, said the monkey, that sat on his plate.
The name that you seek, the name that I leak,
The name that I blame when you call me a freak, is "Mooney"

My dear Captain Mooney, my dear Captain Nate
Your fame is the name that should be on your plate
Your name is your fortune, your name is your fate
Your name is the same that is already great!

But what will I say to the rest of the crew,
When the boys laugh at me, will I know what to do,
Will I wear a new wig, will I dance a new jig,
When the boys laugh at me, will I seem just as big?

Will I learn how to dance in a state of romance,
Will I newly discover what lover's call chance,
Will I reach for the sky, with a patch on my eye,
And a peg for a leg, that is ready to die?

My dear Captain Mooney, you seem to be loony,
I feared you were crazy, but not so balloony
You bled with the best, you bled with the crew
Perhaps with a rest you will know what to do

Later... gentlemen pirates, please rise in a Mooney,
A Mooney is key to his fate,
So think of today when you think of your Captain,
Tomorrow will be a Miss Tate!