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THE
OLD SAILOR
by A.A. Milne
There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew
Who had so many things which he wanted to do
That, whenever he thought it was time to begin,
He couldn't because of the state he was in.
He was shipwrecked, and lived on an island for
weeks,
And he wanted a hat, and he wanted some breeks;
And he wanted some nets or a line and some hooks
For the turtles and things which you read of in
books
. And thinking of this, he remembered a thing
Which he wanted (for water) and that was a
spring;
And he thought that to talk to he'd look for, and
keep
(If he found it) a goat, or some chickens and
sheep.
Then, because of the weather, he wanted a hut
With a door (to come in by) which opened and shut
(With a jerk, which was useful if snakes were
about),
And a very strong lock to keep savages out.
He began on the fish-hooks, and when he'd begun
He decided he couldn't because of the sun.
So he knew what he ought to begin with, and that
Was to find, or to make, a large sun-stopping hat.
He was making the hat with some leaves from a
tree,
When he though, "I'm as hot as a body can
be,
And I've nothing to take for my terrible thirst;
So I'll look for a spring, and I'll look for it
first."
Then he thought as he started, "Oh, dear and
oh, dear!
I'll be lonely tomorrow with nobody here!"
So he made in his notebook a couple of notes:
"I must first find some chickens" and
"No, I mean goats."
He had just seen a goat (which he knew by the
shape)
When he thought, "But I must have a boat for
escape.
But a boat means a sail, which means needles and
thread;
So I'd better sit down and make needles instead."
He began on a needle, but thought as he worked,
That if this was a island where savages lurked,
Sitting safe in his hut he'd have nothing to
fear,
Whereas now they might suddenly breathe in his
ear!
So he though of his hut...and he thought of his
boat,
And his hat and his breeks, and his chickens and
goat,
And the hooks (for his food) and the spring (for
his thirst)...
But he never could think which he ought to do
first.
And so in the end he did nothing at all,
But basked on the shingle wrapped up in a shawl,
And I think it was dreadful the way he behaved--
He did nothing but basking until he was saved!
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