It takes a heap o learnin for a qualifyin’ gob
Thats the story I was told by one ol Navy COB
He sez you gotta learn to put a boat together
Then tear it down and fix it in most ever kinda weather.
There aint no rest or pleasure for a guy whos NQP
And a lowly DINK is good as dead, or so the COB tells me.
You gotta get ten sigs a week, or maybe it is twenty,
I cant recall just how it wuz but I know thet it wuz plenty.
You gotta learn bout pressure air and when you got that done,
You answer questions by the score or is it by the ton?
If you’re late in gettin sigs, you muster with the Chief
An he has DINKS for breakfast, he’s tough beyond belief.
Next you study ships control, electrical, an scopes ,
Your situations critical, youre almost outa hopes.
An dont forget hydraulics, radar and sonar, too,
Propulsion next you gotta learn cause thats whut turns the screw.
Emergency equipment, explain and demonstrate,
If youre in port, you stay aboard, no time to celebrate.
Finally there comes a day when you stand to take your test
Before the board you prove to all that youre the very best.
The Captain pins a badge on you, this is your crowning glory
Youve earned your Dolphins fair and square, the end of one proud
story,
Next mornin, bright an early, youre awakened with this quip,
Come on, sailor, rise and shine, its time to learn the ship!
Robert L. Harrison
Greenfield, Indiana
Copyright October 18, 1997