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Ginny's song

By Genevieve Ilder
Where waves reach up to touch the sky,
Where creatures of the deep do roam,
Where swells rise and dip a neat clipper ship,
Is the lovely little island I call home.

Oh the gulls are screeching overhead,
And the fish do play beneath the foam,
While a beast stands steadfast waiting by the mast
And dreams of the island he calls home.

Some prefer the mainland and the trees,
With little critters hiding in the loam,
But I'd prefer the deck of a 'Gates-forsaken wreck
If it took me closer to the island I call home.