Those dunces called him mr. Wood.
But why? They don't know why.
He wasn't bad, he wasn't good.
Maybe he came to die.
His story in forsaken lands
Began from troubled strife.
During the fight he understands,
It's time to get the knife.
One sailor said that happy life
For us as morning star.
So mr. Wood without knife
In feathers and in tar.
Those dunces called me mr. Wood.
But why? They don't know why.
I wasn't bad, I wasn't good.
And now I came to die.
mr. Wood
© Copyright: Дмитрий Ломунов, 2020
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