When the cabin port-holes are dark and green <br />Because of the seas outside <br />When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between) <br />And steward falls into the soup-tureen, <br />And trunks begin to slide; <br />When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap, <br />And Mummy tells you to let her sleep, <br />And you aren't waked or washed or dressed, <br />Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed) <br />You're "Fifty North and Forty West!"<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-the-whale-got-his-throat/
