From atop the crow's nest a toothless old salt held tight.
At the sight of the land mass that appeared in the stormy night.
Filled with people with whom they thought they have to fight.
But to cast anchor there the captain must despite their plight.
And from the bridge, what he saw and heard was sheer delight.
Those on the yonder shores were a too good a sight.
Yelling and jostling they showed their might that stormy night.
At wanting a change of leaders on their land that was their right.
The old salt on the crow's nest breathed with respite.
For they heard them cry, "Change, Change, Change" before the break of light.