Here is one of Davin's favorite poems that he's memorized:
A little old man of the sea
Went out in a boat for a sail,
The water came in
Almost up to his chin
And he had nothing which which to bail.
Went out in a boat for a sail,
The water came in
Almost up to his chin
And he had nothing which which to bail.
But this little old man of the sea
Just drew out his jackknife so stout,
And a hole with its blade
In the bottom he made,
So that all of the water ran out.
Just drew out his jackknife so stout,
And a hole with its blade
In the bottom he made,
So that all of the water ran out.
-- John Bennett
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