CAPTAIN OF MY SHIP

Dominion, Volume 34, Issue 179, 26 April 1941, Page 16

CAPTAIN OF MY SHIP

I'M, captain of a little ship That sails across the sea; She sails a thousand miles a day

behind the apple tree.

Her sails are made of Mother's sheets, Her deck is made of boards, Her cabin is a packing box All armed with ' guns and swords And cutlasses and knives and things. A pirate couldn't live A minute in that cabin, With the punishment I'd give. When pirates do not trouble me, I sometimes go below, Down through a

gangway inthe deck Into the hold, you know; And there I lie upon a mat And read about the sea,

And maybe eat a piece of cake That Mother's made for me. The porthole gives a little light,

But it is dim and cool, And smells of

earth; I like it ■. there When I come home from school.’ Sometimes I am a pirate, And I raise the pirate flag, All black, with skull and crossbones; It was Mother's dusting rag. I made the skull and crossbones; They are terrible to see; But I must scare my enemies Before they get to me. They would have treated me

quite rough. If on my deck they'd sprung— I'd like to be a pirate, But I'd rather not be hung.