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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.