THE Jeweller from Shepherds Bush,
Scorning the stackfreed with its push
Produces watches—rotten eggs,
Fit company for wicked yeggs.
He'll never reach the high top notch
Without the stackfreed on the watch.

The timepiece on a ship should be
Perfect in every part, you see,
Because the sailing of a ship
Should go without a flop or flip.
The Captain to avoid a botch,
Should have a stackfreed on his watch.

The Captain thinks he's foxy, yes,
Unconscious that he's in a mess,
Resembling the porcupine
Minus the starch stuck thru the spine.
Striving to reach the high top notch
Without a stackfreed on his watch.
The Captain in this instance lacks
The mighty stackfreed—thus he smacks
Of that smug smirking porcupine,
Lacking the vestige of a spine.
Seeking to reach the high top notch
Without a stackfreed on his watch.

The ship's chronometer is slow,
Ten minutes late, all wrong below.
All wrong above—my what a shock!
The ship strikes on the Lizard rock
Cracking against the granite notch.
There was no stackfreed on the watch.

In Davey's locker the whole crew
Commingle uncongenial stew,
With eyeballs glaring at the fish.
Now could the Captain have his wish,
He'd leap up to the high top notch
Placing the stackfreed on the watch.

Deep in the sea the Captain sighs
Whilst floppy flounders eat his eyes.
His Waterbury don't keep time,
How can it, when it's full of slime.
The little ticker is a botch.
There is no stackfreed on his watch.

Forth from the darkness doth emerge,
The egg from Nuremberg, whose verge
Escapement regulates for me,
The time of day with brilliancy
Extending to the high top notch.
I have a stackfreed on MY watch.

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