' My first ship,
 In my second home,
 On my third month, Of four countries,
 With five hours of sleep. My sixth mooring operation,
 And seventh cargo watch. 
 Eight ports,
 Nine voyages,
 And Ten thousand miles.
 Sun rise, sun set,
 The moon descends.
 One day, one dream,
 The universe conspiring.
 Twenty five mentors,
 Thirty two headings,
 and Fifty knots of winds;
 Full Speed Ahead,
 Steaming and steering,
 Rolling or Pitching,
 Around the world,
 Goods we bring.
 Ninety nine revolutions a
 minute
 And a hundred ton-fuel a day.
 If out of sight we sail
 On minds we hope to stay.
 One hundred twelve red and
 green,
 One hundred thirty five white
 on stern,
 May our lumens continuously shine brighter.
 For over a hundred and eighty
 days at sea,
 Life has never been easy,
 And if counting twistlocks makes
 you dizzy,
 Estimation is the key.
 For if there is one thing it
 reminds me,
 That is no matter how much it
 can be, Spend hours counting tirelessly,
 Sun sets, and the day ends.
 Tomorrow breeds hope,
 Always believe my friend.
 And if ever you forget,
 There should be no regret,
 You still have me,
 counting with you endlessly.'