Henry dreamed the New World to see-a
on the Pinta, Nina, Santa Maria;
but that Columbus was such a strange fella,
when Herbie his own poems would yell-a
the captain would flee-a to India for tea-a-
for the smell-a wasn't Queen Isabella!
Shelley Byron Keats
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