Slap, slap, slap; she's always chatting,
Maybe to the gulls up above.
Winds being friendly to us both,
I toss the lines and give a shove.
Fix the sheets and adjust the tack,
She does the rest as I sit back.
Waves crashing off the bow,
I'm sailing now!
Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 4:55 PM UTC
Slap, slap, slap; she's always chatting,
Maybe to the gulls up above.
Winds being friendly to us both,
I toss the lines and give a shove.
Fix the sheets and adjust the tack,
She does the rest as I sit back.
Waves crashing off the bow,
I'm sailing now!