Sail Mister Fantismo to the dark open seas
City of Atlantis is waiting for shipment
A package so precious with needed equipment
To cure the mighty God of his contagious sneeze

He must face the whirlpools and the flying fishes
The man-eating monsters with seven dangling heads
On this tiny vessel carrying all the meds
To find this island myth to carry out wishes

Avoiding all dangers to seek out the beacon
The lighthouse that defines the edge of the city
Arriving to the dark, seeing all things pretty

These crystal tall buildings, gold churches with deacon
Finding the lush palace with the scaly sick king
Giving his medicine while getting precious ring.