Fred was a fellow who lived by the sea,
He was always in trouble, you see.
He'd go out in a boat, and he'd sail away,
With a bucket of crabs, and a smile for the day.
But the sea, it was rough, and the wind, it did blow,
And Fred's little boat, it would rock to and fro.
He'd try to stay steady, but he'd lose his balance,
And over he'd go, with a splash and a prance.
The crabs, they'd all scatter, and Fred, he'd swim back,
To the shore, where he'd shiver, and give his boat a whack.
Then he'd sit on the beach, and he'd watch the waves roll,
And he'd think to himself, "Maybe I'll stay home and be a troll."
But Fred, he was restless, and the sea, it called,
So he'd get in his boat, and he'd sail, big and bold.
He'd catch crabs and fish, and he'd sing all the while,
For Fred was a fellow who lived with a smile.
Though he sometimes got wet, and he sometimes got lost,
Fred always found his way, at a very small cost.
For the sea, it was his, and he loved it so much,
That he'd rather be lost, than live in a clutch.
So next time you see Fred, with his bucket of crabs,
And his boat sailing out, with a smile on his scabs,
Don't worry about Fred, for he knows what he's doing,
He's just a brave fellow, who loves the sea's crooning.