Oh, we sailed down from Alaska on our way to Puget Sound,
The skipper went aloft, he said he'd take a look around.
When he came down, his face looked like he'd smelled an awful smell,
And then he called all hands on deck and we all heard him yell:
"Who hid the halibut on the poop deck?
Who hid the halibut on the poop deck?
I'll knock him for a loop, that silly nincompoop,
Who hid the halibut on the poop deck?"
Then old second mate Kit Hornson says, "What is this scuttlebutt?
I think that I'll go up and look, just for the halibut."
But he came down and said, "Boys, this will be a smelly trip,
Unless we find that halibut, we'd better burn the ship.
Who hid the halibut on the poop deck?
Who hid the halibut on the poop deck?
My nose tells me it's there, but I've looked everywhere,
Who hid the halibut on the poop deck?"
Then the cook said to the captain, "Sir, before I make the soup,
If you have no objection, I'll go snoop around the poop."
The cook was pale when he came down, he headed for his bunk,
He says, "I never knew a fish could outperform a skunk."
"Who hid the halibut on the poop deck?
Who hid the halibut on the poop deck?
The whole darn crew was weak from this game of hide and seek,
Who hid the halibut on the poop deck?"
Then up stepped Knute Knutsen, he is tougher than a boot,
He says, "I'll find that halibut, or my name ain't Knute."
And fifteen minutes later he had found where it was stored,
And twenty seagulls fainted when he threw it overboard.
Who hid the halibut on the poop deck?
Who hid the halibut on the poop deck?
We never never knew, what screwball in the crew
Who had hid the halibut on the poop deck.
