The Song of the Float.
I’m a float! I’m a float; on the deep rolling tide,
I rest calmly still or triumphantly ride;
The bright crystal flood is my natural home,
Be it smooth as a mirror, or flashing with foam.
My body’s of cork, of an olive green hue,
And my tip as the needle magnetic is true.
I’m a float! I’m a float! and I’m fair on the job,
If the fishes below only give me a bob!