Have you heard tale of davey jones

With teeth of rot and a face full of grime

Ten beats tall and a vast figure

Towering,thunderous,tenacious

Do you fear death, he would hiss

And you mustn’t be alarmed,so

Vacate your verdict

Elude your eyes, and

Yearn for your mortality

So prepare yourself

For one quiet night, he is coming

Then you will hear the sound of organs

From that pike of wood and bolts they call a ship

And you will know

Of your certain demise you will meet

At the claws of, Davey Jones