The ship stopped at the Fernando de Noronha archipelago. Characterized by jagged cliffs and a diversity of ecosystems, it has been designated a UNESCO Word Heritage Site and is a protected national marine park. At breakfast on the ship while waiting to disembark, an Aussie walked by Laetitia’s table and said, “There once was a girl from Noronha.” “There, I’ve given you the first line, why don’t you write the rest?” Laetitia complied.
There once was a girl from Noronha
Who rejected a lad from Estonia
His sweet words and sweet grin
She viewed as akin
To the sausage they make in Bologna.