Popeye was my kinda guy
a free spirit who says aye! aye!
I yam who I yam, he would say
a phrase that always made my day
the spinach-eating sailor was very strong
always stopping Brutus when he was wrong
Olive Oly was the apple of his eye
but that gal could be fickle and sly
promising kisses and expecting gifts
she was the cause of most of his rifts
but Popeye always came back for more
because it was Olive he did adore
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