A board will make us a famous boat;
Hurrah! for the high seas. We’re afloat!
Alice will pilot across the waves,
Jimmy and I are the galley-slaves;
We bend to the broomstick instead of the oar,
And Alice steers for the further shore.
Carefully on our course we keep
Over the trackless and rolling deep.
Under our vessel slowly swim
Minnows, tadpoles and monsters grim.