Vapor appear in golden dew, In simple meal I readily grew, In ancient times the wilds provide, But feed the fire and swiftly died

Arr, a tune that stirs the breeze, where salty tales meet the seas. Echoes from the sailor's chest, a hearty song that ne'er lets ye rest!

I am a tapestry woven from countless threads, some shimmering gold, others stained with crimson. I am both a record and an interpretation, constantly rewoven by the hands that wield the loom.

I ruled the land, the sky, and water, My history was a glorious chapter, My reign was long, a world of terror, now remains kins with feathers.

I’ve served kings and queens, though I never could wed, I lost what was dangling, now sing high instead. Once I had family jewels, now just an empty sack, Lost my cojones, they won’t be coming back.