Chapter 1
There once was a Boy who sat by a tree
In day he watched, during night he rested
Waiting for father who was lost at sea
He never quit for he was invested
“My father will indeed raise his anchor”
He said to himself with great gallantry
“He will return for he is no angler!”
Poor Boy sits and calls out his sadden plea
Poor father’s mocked by the voice of the blue
Years and years pass and Boy cries one single tear
And father whispers to him a fond adieu
Little does he know, father shan’t return
The ship he had sailed had been overturned.
