BY JAY WELLER
IF I HAD A MAGIC BOAT
I’D JUMP RIGHT IN, AND AWAY I’D FLOAT
IN A TECHNI-COLORED CAPTAIN’S COAT
ACROSS BLESSED SPARKLING WATERS
DRIFT AWAY, TO THE LAND
OF BLACK, VOLCANIC POWDERED SAND
THE SKY ALIGHT WITH ASTRAL BANDS
IN A PEACEFUL, MIDNIGHT SLUMBER
IF I HAD A MAGIC BOAT
I’D FLY AWAY, UP TO THE STARS
‘ROUND VENUS, SATURN, EVEN MARS
FREE FROM HUMAN BORDERS
BOUNCING ON THE COSMIC TIDES
AN INTERSTELLAR MAGIC RIDE
WHERE ALL TIME AND SPACE COLLIDE
ALONG OTHER PLAINS OF ORDER
IF I HAD A MAGIC BOAT
I’D JUMP RIGHT IN, AND AWAY I’D FLOAT
FROM TEAMING CITIES, OVERGROWN
INFLAMED WITH MAD DISORDER
IN MY FLYING MAGIC BOAT
TO A STAR, I’D HANG A ROPE
TETHERED TO MY MAGIC BOAT
SAFE THERE IN THE HARBOR