If you haven't heard the news of the New York Harbour cruise
And the schooners and the Cat with loaded decks
Full of folks of daring stuff, who got bare and, in the buff,
Caused a rash of near-catastrophies and wrecks,

Then I'll tell you how it went - how the fateful day was spent
Or at least the way friend Mitzi told the tale -
It begins with shedding tops so to satisfy the cops
And it ends at last with nothing - top to tail!

At Miss Liberty, they posed for their pics to be composed
And she held her light to serve as helpful flash
While the gawkers raced and flew so to get a better view
And continued with calamity and crash!

One guy used up every shot on the nudists and forgot
That his wife would later wonder at the prints
And those fingers on his shutter, tho' he chew their nails and sputter,
Will undoubtedly wind up in bandaged splints!

To the side, one boatload surged til the damn thing near submerged
And, like Ms Godiva, hollered loud and strong,
"Hey, hurray for our side! - we came for super sights to see!
And our Tour Guide surely hasn't led us wrong!"

Well, we weren't there for their fun but we also had the sun
And we knew that many of them craved
To be with our crew instead with their useless clothing shed
And their hang-ups, like their clothing, hung and waived.

So we let our party thrive and our joy to be alive
Out where Liberty and God were smiling down
And we knew that if she could, she'd, by Him, be understood
And she'd join us all in taking off her gown!!

Roy Schaefer