ME AND CAPTAIN COOK
Captain Cook, he wrote a book,
He was extremely clever,
He wrote of his trip round the world ,
In the barque “Endeavour”.
I watched him sailing past one morn,
I waved, he did not see me.
It was a pity for me and Cook,
For I’d be in his story book.
I guess I wasn’t meant for fame,
And also not for history,
And no one ever heard my name,
I’ll always be a mystery.
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