The boat tossed like a matchstick
Those aboard were sick with fright.
The sudden storm blew savagely
And raged all through the night!

When it abated with the dawn
All help was out of reach.
The boat was stuck fast on a rock
A mile out from the beach.

And all aboard had broken bones
And other injuries,
So it was obvious that help
Was needed urgently.

Between the boat and that far shore
Swam hungry sharks in hordes.
Just three people uninjured now
Of all the folks aboard.

"Someone will have to swim ashore
Or all of us may die!
And all of us are sorely hurt!
One of you three must try!"

The first was Doctor B. Badger
The man from Texas Health,
"But I must stay!" said Dr.B,
And nurse these folks to health!

The next was Sister Sullivan
Who'd love to do the deed.
But must minister to the sick
"The last rites, some may need!"

The last man was resplendent
In his Armani suit
The lawyer put his briefcase down
And sighted out his route.

"No problem!", quoth the counsellor
"But there WILL be a fee!"
He clutched his briefcase in his hand
And leapt into the sea.

The water roiled and seethed and boiled
Then settled with a roar!
The sharks were lined up in neat rows
To guide him to the shore!

Begorrah, 'tis a miracle
Said Miss Mary, "Glory be!"
Oh, no! 'Tis not a miracle-
Just professional courtesy!
 
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