A Cadence Call
In fourteen-hundred and ninety-two A sailor from New Delhi
Was walkin' round the streets of Spain Sellin' hot tamales
He said the world was round-o He said it could be found-o
That navigational, calculational son-of-a-gun Columbo
He marched right up to Isabelle demanding ships and cargo,
He said he'd be a son of a gun if he didn't bring back Chicago.
Said Ferdinand to Isabelle his plan looks mighty hazy,
Said Isabelle to Ferdinand I think the fellows crazy.
"Just wait a bit," said Isabella. "Let's not forget essentials,
For I've a mind to think this out And check on his credentials."
The queen she gave him three fine ships they all were triple decker.
The queen waved her handkerchief Columbo just gave a snicker.
The first mate the first mate His toes were like a Pigeon
He wrapped a rope around the mast And climbed right up the riggin'
He said the world was round-o He said it could be found-o
That navigational, calculational son-of-a-gun Columbo