I sat in the middle and clung to Jim,
And Alice was out by the tail;
And “Get up, Billy!” we said to him,
And away we went in a gale.
But we never got to the Sunset Sea,
With its fiery waves aglow,
For we didn’t count on the old plum-tree,
And Billy, he did, you know.
Oh, Billy looked kind and mild enough,
But a plot in his heart did hide;