O Cap’n Crunch! My Cap’n! Our fearful trip is done,

My paitints has weather’d every rack, the prize I sought is won,

The bus is near, my mother I hear, the kids all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O balloon! Rainbow ! moon !

Where on the table my Cap’n lies,

Fallen , cold and soggy.

O Cap’n Crunch! My Cap’n Crunch! Rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up – for you the milk is poured – for you the bugle trills,

For you mounds of sugar and ribbon’d wreaths – for you the bus stop a-crowding’

Here Cap’n! Dear breakfast!

This arm beneath your head!

It is some dream that on the table,

You’ve fallen cold and soggy.

My Cap’n does not answer; his lips are pale and cardboard,

My breakfast does not feel my arm, he has neither pulse nor will,

The garbage is closed safe and sound , your box closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship come in with object won;

A Light Saber light up spoon!

But I with mournful tread,

Walk the kitchen my Cap’n Crunch,

Fallen cold and soggy.