If the world sets fire and I set sail, what will we do?

You'll count your sheep and count on me and

Paint me navy blue

Burn the maps and drain my flask on

Footprints that we left

Leave enough to ease the rough

The first sip is the sweetest

I don't know where I will go if

Green or blue or red

Luckily my pigment ensures that

I'll have color left

Write me if you can

I know it's hard to understand

Might take a while for me to reply

Oh my

It's hard for me to write with my left hand