From The Detroit Times, May 2, 1913. By Berton Braley. “Speakin’ of fishes,” said the Tar, “Speakin’ of fishes, near an’ far, There once was a gentleman shark I knowed As swallowed our anchor fer a hook An’ when he seen what a bite he’d took Went hikin’ off through the sea, an’ towed That ship along like a bloomin’ chip, Though she was a regular monster ship. He towed her backwards, mile on mile Though the engines fought him all the while; He towed her over the heavin’ foam He towed her into the pier at home An’ then with many a bump an’ shock He towed that vessel upon the dock; He towed her up through the city street At a pace that a race horse couldn’t beat. He towed her over the vale an’ hill An’ he never stopped a bit until The screw got caught in a spreadin’ oak An’ the anchor chain an’ the hawser broke But the shark kep’ on with a grim intent Though I never did learn where the monster went.” There was silence awhile in the village bar As a tribute mute to the bold Jack Tar An’ it looked like the palm would sure be his Till old Bill Jackson said, “Gee Whiz! I kin tell you just where yer big fish is; An’ I know the tale that you tell is true ‘Cause I caught the shark as he hove in view An’ I got him stalled in the stable now An’ I use the critter to help me plow.” Then the old Tar rose an’ he said, said he, “By the Great Horn Spoon, that sure beats me.” Then his face grew pale and he gave a start And he fell and died—of a broken heart.