(apologies to Mrs. Felicia Dorothea Hemans)
The boy stood on the burning deck,
The flames they drove him crackers.
A spark shot up his trouser leg,
And set fire to his. . . .
or
The boy stood on the burning deck,
He waved to all the dockers.
He waved to his girl,
She was known as Shirl,
The one with great big. . . .
and finally
The boy stood on the burning deck,
His body was all a quiver.
He gave a cough, his leg fell off,
And floated down the river.
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