No Job for a Buoy

Don’t make me be Captain

I’m not one to lead –

I say with conviction

I’m not what you need

Don’t wish to be Captain

It's not even my boat –

I’d bump into something

we’d no longer float

Make me a swabbie, hand me a mop

Tell me to clean things –

Bottom to top,

Give me some polish, hand me a rag

first sign of trouble

I’d raise the white flag,

Don’t have me be Captain

Don’t stand and salute –

When pirates arrive

Don’t expect me to shoot

I’ll fix us a beverage

Perhaps a nice port –

Relax in the cabin

We’ll have us a snort

  

Out of the way

Won’t know that I’m here –

Don’t make me be Captain

Don’t ask me to steer

I’ll learn to tie knots

Yell anchor’s away –

I’ll develop my sea legs

Won’t stand there and sway

I’ll climb to the crow’s nest

With spy-glass to see

What’s on the horizon

What could it be?

Using nautical jargon

and stars as my chart

We’ll cross every ocean

From finish to start

If you make me be Captain

there's one thing for sure

I'll simply stop rowing 

be your first mutineer.