THE IMAGINARY BOAT.

Oh, I've got a beautiful 'maginary boat! 'Tis the finest boat there is. There isn't a place where the craft won't float, And go with a lively whiz. I can shut my eyes And sail in the skies On board of that 'maginary ship; And without any ropes, With nothing but hopes, I can soar to the mountain's tip. I can sail to the moon Any afternoon, I can cruise all about the stars, I can sail any sea That ever did be, I can sail on tracks like the cars. It'll go on land With a speed that's grand; It will sail up a cataract steep; And there isn't a place On the whole earth's face I can't make that vessel creep. It takes no steam for to make it go, It takes no wind on its sails to blow, It takes no mule with a rope to tow, But goes like a breeze Over land and seas When I say so— And it's big and strong, And it's short or long, According as 't needs to be: And it's manned by a crew That's 'maginary too, Who all think the world of me. And night or day It's ready for play, And it's safe as a boat can be, For it's all in your mind That its joys you find— And that's not a very deep sea. So I say to you all get a 'maginary boat; 'Tis the finest boat there is; And there isn't a place where the craft won't float, And go with a lively whiz. Gaston V. Drake.