Quite longs to reef her petticoats,
And gleefully to "girl the boats,"
Or glibly go aloft!
But now how lazily she lies!
And droops those tender trustful eyes
Unutterably sweet!
While snugly 'neath the bulwark curled,
Forgetting all about the world,
The World is at her feet!
With tiny, dimpled, sunburnt hand,