And off I went a-sailing with my captain, John Paul Jones.
We drifted down the avenue that was our sweep of sea.
And never man or mermaid any happier than we.
We paused beside a paradise depicted on a sign;
We moored fast to the margin of its crimson border line.
We slipped our surf-filled sandals off, we waded to the knee,
And when I felt like swooning John Paul Jones supported me.
The darkness hesitated, fearing we might lose our way;
We counted all the street lamps ’ere we homeward sought to stray.
We counted corner lanterns, and the understanding stars