When for the first time captain Bering
Has entered North-West passage way,
He's walked on barren sea shore, swearing,
As steamboat went by in sea-way.
There Bonaparte worked as a line cook,
But he did not cook food at all -
He just surveyed with fierce eye look
The empty waters, standing tall.
He rushed like madman through the rock crooks
And cut the waters like a sword.
Alas, for happiness he didn't look
And not from happiness he spurred.