A poem by Dan
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Ten little captains all
clinging to a vine,
One slipped into the muck
and then there were nine.
Nine little captains, each
standing 'neath a crate;
One didn't see them fall and
then there were eight.
Eight little captains in a
penthouse near to heaven,
One tumbled o'er the rail
and then there were seven.
Seven little captains
playin' with pointy sticks,
All but one was quick to
duck and then there were six.
Six little captains all
learning how to drive,
One came flying out the door
and then there were five.
Five little captains going
off to war,
One bit a Cobra's head and
then there were four.
Four little captains sailing
off to sea,
One went 'swimming' with the
sharks and then there were three.
Three little captains all
sitting on a loo,
Along came a big green tank
and then there were two.
Two little captains with
matches having fun,
One set the fuel alight and
then there was one.
One little captain playing
in the sun,
He tried to reach the TNT
and then there were none.
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