Bath-Tub

Heave ho...heave ho,
The wind is free.
And the waters snarl,
As I put to sea.

Off to the west,
In a sun-set sky.
The wild-waves toss,
And the night-birds cry.

I'm drifting out,
Where the current's flow.
And the whale-tail flips,
In the distant glow.

A shark spies me,
And tries for a bite.
But I kick and squirm,
In a terrible fight.

The truth of it all,
In the bath-tub...I remain.
And the shark...with the gurgle,
Goes down the drain.


E.P. 1908 - 1989