"THE RICHARD S."
We are the men of the Richard S.
Who sail the briny sea
We show the flag in many ports
To keep our country free
Our screws, the churn in endless turns
Our eyes, they search the sky
We listen through the ocean depths
For submarines on the sly
Where we go we leave no tracks
In cunning ste-alt we prowl
So best not cross the Richard S.
Lest you may hear our growl
For hard wee work, and hard we play
As many can attest
And proud we are, as ea-gles
For all know we are best
So plea-se don't cross the Richard S.
Or you may feel our bite
And find yourself in the ocean's depth
In a gra-ve of endl-ess nights.