The blue boat bobbed on briny bay
As whistling winds whisked it away
Past the point where the petrels nest
And seals were sat in silent rest
But surely she could not go far
With sails still stowed on shiny spar
The current soon conveyed the craft
On to the open ocean vast
Boldly bouncing braving swell
Threatening thoughts of Lutine bell
Those timbers trembled in the face
Of wind-whipped waves atop with lace
So surging, swooping through the gale
We wished her well, that she won’t fail
To round the rocks or rugged shore
’Til she became becalmed once more
On Caribbean crystal bay
Made for a boat to bob all day