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.
Somebody from forsaken lands
Spoke up when he was drunk:
"Sometimes, perhaps, you get a chance,
If you but have spunk."
That story about mr. Wood
Began from cruel strife.
During the fight he understood,
It's time to get the knife.
One sailor said that happy life
Is like the 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.
And now I'm dying...
Mr. Wood
© Copyright: Дмитрий Ломунов, 2020
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