Anchor Child

Born sick in a south Alaskan port Had his pick of parents to abort Raised queer by sewer rats ‘neath planks Crawled the pier onto an oiler tank Anchor Anchor Anchor child Beloved son of captains, crews and ships Remained young ‘cross thousands of sea-bound trips Been seen as far as Cape St. Francis Under giant stars on the USS Kansas Anchor Anchor Anchor child Some say he was hit by typhoon fist Others say he never did exist I hope he’s sailing out there now On his own boat, through the Panama Canal Anchor Anchor Anchor Anchor Anchor Anchor Anchor child