I know not what lies beyond or in who's care I'll be-God Bless our Sailors who have rested their oars for the last time.
But it must end as it began-
My dust will mingle with each curling wave and perhaps I'll a merman be-
And there will be singing and dancing sea horses prancing, and a harem of mermaids all trembling for me-
When I am called to my home in the sea.
Have a blessed Memorial Day.