A maritime captain
Whose only reaction was to fiend
He fiend
And his maiden demanding
That the frost covered landing so be cleaned
He cleaned
Despite insurrection
His lonely collection once gleamed
Once gleamed
But his maiden demanding
And his temper, notwithstanding
Still steamed
This blue maiden, well, she hummed the softest melody
It was the only melody he learned
And if he wishes, well, he could be the venison
And I could be the hunter's wife