Day at the Sea

What a lovely day to be a sailor
Even if I am the ship's cobbler and tailor

The sky and the sea are bluer than blue
The clouds are white fluffy and picturesque too

I sit at the window mending the sailors shoes
And their clothes of vibrant blues

Next thing I knew sailors rushed in caps askew
Cried the captain "A storm's heading here, yes it be true"

"Pull down the mast! Children get inside double quick!"
The ship trembled shaking every plank and brick

We huddled inside, expecting every breath to be our last
When we heard the rip of the mast

Then, the children began to cry
Everyone prayed we wouldn't die

When out came the sun, beaming at the sea
A surge of joy swept through me

We're alive! the storm's over and we aren't dead
That night, I was content as I went to bed