It was an otherwise uneventful sunday afternoon at the harbor. All the boats had come in to dock. All the boatsmen had headed home to their wives after a hard day of whale hunting, dolphin riding, and shark taming.
Two young sailors had just set sail for a peaceful evening cruise. After they had exited the harbor and mounted the mighty evening sea, they came across dee sailors three. These three, you see, had come to be a bit stranded at sea (unfortunately). A giant rock which raised a shock (and knocked a clock around the block with a resounding tock) had turned their voyage into naught.
And so this clan became a band to sail in search of dandy lands.
The new quartet plus one was soon to find a land of fun to change your mind with all the sorts and all the kinds of tips and tops and lofty pops which never seem to jolly wop 'n brin a doodle jahwa ta ta wisdun!