Boats On The Lake

A morning full of happiness any boy may find By sailing boats upon the lake, if he is so inclined; The wind it drives them out to sea, he pulls them back, and then They jerk and struggle to be free--away they go again! They wibble-wobble as they sail, and sometimes they upset,-- Of course he reaches out for them,--of course he gets quite wet.

But Aged Grandsires, if you must sail boats in Central Park, Play properly, don't splash yourself, and run back home ere dark.