[Illustration: The Weathercock called out that he could see the little red
Ant on the life-preserver.]
MAN OVERBOARD
Wake up! Wake up! and sing your song
As we roll merrily along.
Above the meadow sings the lark,
So let us sing aboard the Ark.
"There goes the Weathercock," cooed the Dove, flying over to the porthole
and looking out over the bright blue ocean.
"Tell him I'll get up in a minute," yawned Marjorie.
So the Dove, who slept in Marjorie's cabin in a pretty gilt cage, spoke to
the Weathercock, after which she commenced to sing:
There's a robin in the woodland,
There's a robin in the sea,
But they are just as different
As different can be.
The one that's in the forest
Has feathers and a tail;
The one that's in the ocean
Has a scaly coat of mail.
The robin in the forest
Could never take a swim;
The robin of the ocean
Could never fly or skim
Across a grassy meadow,
Nor fly up in a tree.
But he can do all kinds of stunts
Within the deep blue sea.
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