If wishes were horses
n we all are bosses
eternal spring n summer
how wonderful it wud be
If black is white, no tints at all
Wrong is right, no misdeeds at all
I was short, you were long,
How silly n stupid it wud be
If there are no exams
All play, just no work
Only just fun n games
Dull Jacks, all won't we
If there were no taxes
No rules, law n police
Money for nothing, sex for free
What a mess it wud be
If we were not sailors
Just boys washed away
And men beached ashore
What choices have we
So there my brethren
On with life, wife n strife
Tack, gybe, close haul or run free
Ashore, afloat, sailors or salmon
Yours is to toil n sail on bye
Sailing on