The guv’ment came
And picked me up
“You’re a bad bad boy.
“What are you doing
Building a boat
Big as the city of Troy.
Neighbors complaining
‘Bout your hammering
From dawn to flashlight.”
“It’s going to rain.
I want to be ready
For the forty days and nights.”
The policeman said,
“You’re going to jail.”
“I ain’t got no time for that.
“If you let me go
I’ll give you a ride.
I won’t charge you a cent,
“Just you and your lady.
Can hitch with us
When the rain comes down.”
He gave it a think
When I told him more.
“You sure don’t wanna drown.
“There’s lot to do
And it’s going to be
One big regular zoo.
A tirne at the oars,
Swabbing the deck,
And cleaning up the poo.”
“Oh, my God,” he said.
“Think of the smell.
The place is going to stink.”
“That’s the price,”
I said to him,
“For a boat that won’t sink.”
So the two of them
Joined the eight of us
For a round the world tour.
Forty days passed
And forty days more,
We didn’t see a shore.
When you don’t have
A refrigerator
Some food’s going to rot.
In our final days,
We had no choice.
We ate beans a lot.
We continued on
And never turned back.
It was Ararat or bust.
The dove returned
With a single twig.
We stopped our water bus.
A mountain now
Up out of the sea,
We climbed to its crest.
So thankful we,
We minted our coins,
“In God we ever trust.”
And that’s the tale
Of long, long ago
When I was employed
Building a boat
Night after night
Being a bad bad boy.