Count by one and show your thumb, without that you are almost numb.
To help every other of your team, shall make all of you in unison gleam.
Count by two and point to a mark, for the destiny is light in the dark.
So work for it all day and night, with all your mind and all your might.
Count by three in the long middle one, a leader is strong if battle's won.
Lead your mates through perils and pits, and care for none of those who not fits.
Count by four and wear the ring, for every victory you work you do sing.
Appraise and applaud that friend or fiend, for because of him its a happy end.
Count by five and the little stick, wavy and free, small and quick.
But what is a hold incomplete, every sailor in place make the fleet.
Holding them all is the palm, seeming useless, jobless and calm,
deep inside it holds them all, for without such support, the five will fall.
So needs to be the ones who do, one to do and one for what to,
one to fill spirit and help the main, one to praise and pay the pain.
One to support every other, one to tell the other is a brother.
Thus fingers five in a hand, divided they fall united they stand.