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.