Rats on a ghost ship we are cruising,
keeping on our toes, no time for snoozing,
we all need to eat but we've got no food in.
Vermin on the high seas.
Watch out World: We're non-stop breeders,
we're out of control and we've got no leaders,
we're nibbling at each other because we're feeders.
Vermin on the high seas.
When we get to land we'll all be manic.
We'll be biting off your hands so you should panic
We're looking for new meat and we're borderline satanic.
Vermin on the high seas.
(I have been entertained by the commentary surrounding the whereabouts of the Lyubov Orlova and its 'crew' of rats. Some clever clogs set up a blog for the missing ghost ship.
I wrote this to the tune and rhyme of Irish Rovers' Drunken Sailor.
Inspired by: Where is Lyubov Orlova? & Drunken Sailor .
Update on 27/03/2014: I think they landed in Sweden!
Update on 19/02/2020: The rats are back in the news, still sailing!)
