Captain Lemon never lied
Kept himself to his own
Behind the mask he’d wear
Captain Lemon he would die
In the knowledge that his
Story told would make them stare
Captain Lemon passed as poor
Though rich in mind, from
Longevity of six and four score
Captain Lemon passed the hours
He bore the fruits of his labour
He would toil, he would dream of flowers
Captain Lemon he had seen through whetted eyes
Now he’s laughing, laid out under graveyard poetry.
Here lies the body of Captain Lemon who did no good
And had he lived he never would
Where he has gone, and how he fares
Nobody knows and nobody cares
Like lemons ripe and lemons rotten
When you are dead, you are soon forgotten
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