Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, <br />Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea. <br />Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring, <br />And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea. <br /> <br />Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat, <br />Wary of the weather and steering by a star? <br />Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat, <br />To Providence, or Babylon or off to Malabar? <br /> <br />Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea-- <br />Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar! <br />Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be, <br />The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pirate-story/
