Wynken Revised.

Emery Clay and the dog Daphne
Sailed off in the Salty Dog—
Sailed by Bishop Beach ‘n Homer Spit,
Into deep Alaskan fog.
“Where are you going, and what to you wish?”
Captain Nate asked Emery.
“We’ve come to catch cod and herring fish
That live in Kachemak sea:
Pots and nets all hole-free”;
Said the babe,
and his dog,
Daphne.

Captain Nate laughed and played a song,
As they rocked in their wooden skiff,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled snow in irregular drifts.
The little stars were lights of Homer town
On the coast of the beautiful sea—
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish--
Hooligan--there are many”;
So swayed the kelp near the fishermen wee:
Daph the dog,
And
Emery.

All night long their pots they drew
Near the crab in the twinkling foam—
Then down by the Spit came the wooden skiff,
Bringing the fishermen home.
Twas all so pretty a night it seemed
As if it could not be.
But a mommy at home was missing her son
And smiled in reverie—
Dreaming the same dream in the minds of three:
Bailey,
Nate and,
Emery.

Bailey and Nate were two best friends,
and the babe was Emery—
And the wooden boat that skimmed their sleep,
Was a name in a memory.
So shut your eyes while Bailey sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As eagles fly by the black beach sea,
Where life was explored by the small family:
Daph,
Nate, Bail,
And Emery.