"Distill, Little Greenie" aka "Gigza's Lament" 
(to the tune of "Lie Still, Little Bottle" by TMBG)
(lyrics mangled by Deanna "Janthina" Rubin)



Distill, little greenie 
And make my murky brew 
Black Death has spread its work too far, I need a better crew 
One brown at the bottom is blocking my Crystal Clear 
I know they might incinerate 
I hope they won't turn into beer 

"Oh, there's no time for making rum" 
Cried my crewmates back at me 
They said "We're all out on pillage 
Instead of working at the brewery." 
Well I knew that they were lying 
'Cause the ship was there in port 
But as they talked I held back my retort, 

Distill, little greenie 
Don't booch, it ain't booching time 
With every pair you flip you help me buy my ship 
And score a Good or Fine 

Distill, little greenie 
And make my murky brew 
That grog is not enough for me, I need some fine rum too. 
One row at the right side is wasting my precious spice 
I know amounts may fluctuate 
I hope it makes the mixture nice