  A morning full of happiness any boy may find By sailing boats upon the lake, if he is so inclined; The wind it drives them out to sea, he pulls them back, and then They jerk and struggle to be free—away they go again! They wibble-wobble as they sail, and sometimes they upset,— Of course he reaches out for them,—of course he gets quite wet. But Aged Grandsires, if you must sail boats in Central Park, Play properly, don't splash yourself, and run back home ere dark. |
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