The Optimistic Skipper
The skipper of the Mary Ann, a jolly chap is he;
With jaunty jest and merriment he gaily sails the sea.
He knows no navigation and he missed his course a mile,
But said, “It doesn’t matter, so long as I can smile.”
He ran against an island, and he almost sank the ship -
“Well, never mind!” he brightly said, “we’ll have a cheerful trip.”
He did not see the gathering storm, but roared a sprightly song.
“O sailors, keep a-singing, and the way will not be long!”
The tempest blew him eastward and the tempest blew him west;
Whatever way he travelled, he liked that way the best.
He lost his course entirely, but he never lost his grin;
Said he, “The bark of laughter is the ship to travel in!”
And somewhere on the ocean, from the tropics to the pole,
The storms are still a-buffeting that optimistic soul.
He knows no navigation, but, “What’s the odds?” asks he,
“So long as I am sailing on the top side of the sea?”
by Author Unknown
The skipper of the Mary Ann, a jolly chap is he;
With jaunty jest and merriment he gaily sails the sea.
He knows no navigation and he missed his course a mile,
But said, “It doesn’t matter, so long as I can smile.”
He ran against an island, and he almost sank the ship -
“Well, never mind!” he brightly said, “we’ll have a cheerful trip.”
He did not see the gathering storm, but roared a sprightly song.
“O sailors, keep a-singing, and the way will not be long!”
The tempest blew him eastward and the tempest blew him west;
Whatever way he travelled, he liked that way the best.
He lost his course entirely, but he never lost his grin;
Said he, “The bark of laughter is the ship to travel in!”
And somewhere on the ocean, from the tropics to the pole,
The storms are still a-buffeting that optimistic soul.
He knows no navigation, but, “What’s the odds?” asks he,
“So long as I am sailing on the top side of the sea?”
by Author Unknown
