Lyrics:

My father once performed an appendectomy at sea
The patient was quite grateful for his medical degree
The surgery was numbered a success
An untried scalpel hand had met the test
The appendix was discarded, for, though well-retrieved
It made a bloody mess
The ship sailed on and left the organ bobbing on the brine
The sharks, they gathered quickly--didn't stop to form a line
The water there went white, and then was still
No sign of life in the ensuing chill
The evidence suggested that the fish, though large
Had swallowed down their fill
The sailor touched his stitches and began to reminisce
He sang a little song, must have went something like this:
Appendix gone
Into the dawn
I won't be long
Appendix gone