I am back on my ship
The very next day
Itching to go, to yell,
"Anchors aweigh!"
But what is a captain
If she has to crew?
I am useless alone
This much is true

I remember the boy
From yesterday
And my heart fills with joy
When I look his way
He sits on the dock
Legs crossed, eyes focused
Still as a rock
Like a pensive poet

In him I see
The perfect first mate
I wonder if he'll agree
To be a pirate
But in my heart I feel sure
That he is will come with me
He's so perfect and pure
He must be of the sea