WHAT ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?
Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the channel, a perfect pilot needs?
Here, sailor! Here, ship! take aboard the most perfect pilot,
Whom, in a little boat, putting off, and rowing, I, hailing you, offer.
A hoodie thrown over my sailor dress gave my outfit a dose of much-needed sloppy modernity. Oh, if you didn't hear, Christmas is Saturday! *dance dance*