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'Twas midnight on the ocean,            	Her children all were orphans,
Not a streetcar was in sight,           		Except one a tiny tot,
So I stepped into a cigar store         		Who had a home across the way
To ask them for a light.                		Above a vacant lot.

The man behind the counter              	As I gazed through the oaken door
Was a woman, old and gray,              	A whale went drifting by,
Who used to peddle doughnuts            	Its six legs hanging in the air,
On the road to Mandalay.                		So I kissed her goodbye.

She said "Good morning, stranger",      	This story has a morale
Her eyes were dry with tears,           		As you can plainly see,
As she put her head between her feet    Don't mix your gin with whiskey
And stood that way for years.           		On the deep and dark blue sea.

               -- Midnight On The Ocean