In a harbour town by the rolling sea,
There lived a shipwright, Vinny, hearty as can be.
With adze in hand and caulking iron true,
He worked all day 'neath skies of blue.
Oh, Vinny the shipwright, strong and bold,
Dreamed of adventures, treasures untold.
At The Way's Inn, he'd sit and pine,
For a half-dragon lady, oh so fine!
With chisels sharp and auger keen,
He crafted ships like none ever seen.
But when the day's toil was finally done,
To The Way's Inn! he'd run, with setting sun.
Oh, Vinny the shipwright, brave and true,
Longed for a love so wild and new.
At The Way's Inn, he'd let his mind roam,
To the half-dragon lady, far from home.
With plank bender and drawknife in hand,
He'd dream of sailing to a far-off land.
Where the ocean's roar and the salty spray,
Would carry him and his love away.
So raise a glass to Vinny's dreams,
Of sailing the seas with his love, it seems.
For outside The Way's Inn, under starlit skies,
He'd find solace in his lover's eyes.
Oh, Vinny the shipwright, brave and true,
Longed for a love so wild and new.
At The Way's Inn, he'd let his mind roam,
To the half-dragon lady, far from home.
Though his days were spent with tools and wood,
In his dreams, Vinny sailed where the half-dragon stood.
So here's to Vinny, may his dreams come true,
And to the half-dragon lady, his love so true!