You've got a frenemy.
You've got a frenemy.
When the dart's aimed
at your head,
And your ship's on fire
so you're seeing red.
Just remember that I wanted you dead,
oh.

You've got a frenemy.
Yes, you've got a frenemy.

[[ The bottom of this poem bears a finely-drawn picute of an anchor with a rat upon the ring. ]]

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Miraman, in the year 914 AF.