So, as mentioned yesterday, I have been digging through old documents in the process of overhauling/updating my website, and one more thing I turned up was my Fall 2001 Pinafore filk:
Nautical Man, Nautical Man,
Smartest lad in the Royal “N”.
What’s he like?
A pining tenor,
Is he a slave or an Englishman?
Can he dance a hornpipe or lead the band?
Will Josephine marry a foremast hand?
Triangle Man, Triangle Man,
Triangle Man hates Nautical Man.
They have a fight:
Admiral Man, Admiral Man,
Ego the size of the universe man;
Usually kind to smaller man,
Articled clerk turned K.C.B.,
Knew better than to go to sea,
So now he rules the Queen’s Na-vee,
Captain Man, Captain Man
Exchanged at birth with Nautical Man,
Offering up his daughter’s hand,
Com-for-tably in the bourgeoisie,
Hardly ever gets sick at sea;
But then he uses that big, big D —
Berated man, Captain Man.
Nautical Man, Nautical Man
Suddenly finds he’s Captain Man;
For he remains