[Anacardo]

Brave Fluffpop lost her legs,
by chain shot, by chain shot;
Brave Fluffpop lost her legs,
by chaiiiiiin shot.
Brave Fluffpop lost her legs,
And now on her stumps she begs,
"Fight on, my SoCal lads!
'Tis our lot, 'tis our lot."

Her surgeon dress'd her wounds,
Fluffpop cries, Fluffpop cries.
Her surgeon dress'd her wounds,
Fluffpop criiiiiies -
'Let a cradle now be plac'd
On the quarterdeck in haste!
That the enemy I may face,
'til I die, 'til I die!'

'Admiral Fluffpop,' ladies and gentlemen. Thank you!