Each unit aboard the ship is assigned a lifeboat and we group on the flight deck in our areas for the drill.There we muster, because all must be counted for.
Chorus: Little Black things, Little Black things,
Running up and down my arms,
If I wait 'til they have babies,
I can start a black thing farm.
Once a bath I thought of taking,
Then the tears just wouldn't stop,
For the poor, poor little black things,
In the water they would drop.
Once a cute boy tried to kiss me,
Then he screamed and gave a yell,
And he ran for I could ask him,
Was it black things or the smell?
My old man one day he took me,
To a shrink named Doctor Bell,
Doc, he saw the little black things,
Now I love my padded cell.
Ta-dah! That's it. Tomorrow I will post about my buddy in the scullery, J. Dyer. He single-handedly prevented disaster by putting out a food related fire. He and all my other buddies aboard the USNS Comfort are my heroes. Stay tuned.