The Last Flight of the Cradle of Commerce
by Robert Wynne
To the tune of: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
by Gordon Lightfoot
Based on the short story
Triumverate by Jeffrey Williams
There isn't much fun
On the Gettysburg run
As you prepare to drop out of lightspeed
But captain and crew
know full well what to do
And they do as much as any could need
There's jokers and pirates
and foreigners high rates
And drink that will make you feel hazy
But that cannot compare
To the terror that's there
When you serve with a captain that's crazy
Now theres many crews fine
On the Chromium Line
But some still speak in whispers of the curse
That befell the good ship
On her one final trip
And her name was the Cradle of Commerce
Her crew was well seasoned
And they each had good reason
to look forward to port's relaxation
But their old Captain he
Was now but one of three
And was given to sudden vexation
Captain Lutius they say
Ran a tight ship the way
You hear of in many a legend
But a white whale bore down
with a deafening sound
And drove the poor man off the deep end
Their ship was held late
By the right hand of fate
And a comet the captain did neglect
And the captain's sole crime
Was to not be on time
Thus, his record was no longer prefect
Well, there's many brave souls
At a big ship's consoles
That have survived a misfortune much worse
But the good captain fell
Into three seprate hells
And with him went the Cradle of Commerce
So was on that last run
Past the Gettysburg sun
That the captain discovered the trouble
A thief sure was loose
And was stealing produce
Not just one for himself, but a double
Faced with such treason
The Captain found reason
To send the ship to its destruction
And the engines he told
To build to overload
And thus bring an end to the production
From all this they say
Only one got away
Though his name is now lost to our story
and sure nobody found
A survivor around
The ruins of the captain's last glory
Now there's many crews fine
On the Chromium Line
And their own tales are many and diverse
But they all recall well
Of this tale I now tell
The last flight of the Cradle of Commerce
©
1998 Robert Wynne
Robert Wynne ("Doc") is a gentleman rogue and a
scholar of truth.
He has been, at alternate times, a writer, an editor, a salesman, a
teacher, a freelance computer consultant and a charming vagrant. You
can reach him via e-mail at doc@america.net.
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