Boom boom, Crash crash Ratatatat He knew it by heart and so did I He said as we rode down the road Without letting go of the boat he held That hopped and croaked, like a toad We didn't progress all that fast For his back was glued to a wall But he spoke of the life of one Joe Breem Who met his d**h in the fall..... One Joe Breem or Breen, the son of a lighthouse keeper, a strong, muscular lad of 15, who swam for miles in the night, a knife between his teeth, after a shark, out of sheer heroism We stopped and I held the goat by the horn He opened his mouth as to speak But all that I heard was a kind of rattle He must have been incredibly weak. His silence seemed most natural to me As we stood and then admired the view Of the first bats that flew out of the night Though there returned but a few.