“Out on the blue sea I sailed a blue ship. I had a first mate, always had blue lips. His name was Bluebeard. He had a weird twitch. We flew a blue flag on a big stick. And we ate bluegill and we ate blue chips. Oh, I felt real blue eating that blue fish. Because there ain’t much that I won’t do, unless it keeps me from being true blue.”
I listened to the song, then just started scribbling this goofy little guy. I wrote a story to go with it.