He traveled over half the land
Beyond the mystic, windswept sands
Or was it the sandswept, mystic winds
To this day I can’t be sure my brother
The raging currents of the smallest streams
Through caverns of mountainous ravines
Each step much stickier than the last
Who else could make this trek? No other
Past the plush and pointy fields
To the cave atop the hill, he yields
He seeks the infamous, hooded one
The rumored, hooded, wooden one
He paused a moment, but this moment then passed
As he stepped within the hole at last
I can’t quite find the time to convey
How momentary this moment was
And he saw his goal sitting all alone
Perched upon a rubber stone
And at first glance, it seemed as though
These fabled legends could all be so
And he crept up to the wooden man
Who yelled, “You’ve come full circle, Captain Dan!”
And to this day, I can’t discern why
He insisted on calling me Captain Dan