Merry Sailors

We are little sailors three, and a pond we make our sea;
Just a yard or two from land, on a piece of wood we stand!
Never further dare we go, lest the wind begin to blow.
Then we soon should drift away, what would then our parents say?
Sailing, sailing on the sea, we are merry sailors three!
Little boys with golden curls, we should surely happy be!

Up and down upon the wave, now we go for we are brave!
And we have not any fear, while the land is very near.
Yet we must not move about, or we shall -- there's little doubt --
Wreck the ship if we begin, And most surely tumble in!
Sailing, sailing on the sea, we are merry sailors three!
Little boys with golden curls, we should surely happy be!