Me and the Captain made a trip,

And all the cargo we took

In our single-masted ten-foot ship

Was a book and a book and a book.

I couldn't leave my "Kim" behind,

Or my "Garden of Verses" either.

I had a sword with a belt in mind,

But I ended by taking neither.)

Captain said he would need his pipe

And a book by a man named Lamb,

I had an apple just turned ripe,

And bread (with strawberry jam.)

I took my book on the siege of Troy

And the wooden horse and the Greeks.

The Captain called it deep for a boy,

But I had been reading it weeks.

I pushed her off and hoisted sail

When the Captain showed me how,

And though he had said we'd get no gale,

It was foamy under the prow.

He lighted his pipe with a single match

And fired the pillow behind his head,

And I took a book from the forward hatch,

And we read and read and read