Had no thumbs
Though how that came to be
Was a mystery to some
He wasn't so very pretty
But had plenty of stories
And if you filled his glass with scotch
He'd take the time to tell you of the seas
Of mysterious mermaids
Of whales big as continents
Kraken who'd take out your eyes
And a monkey who'd follow wherever he went
But they'd all end the same way
Half drowned washed up on some key
Staring at the scars where his thumbs used to be
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