Two old sailors sat in a boat
Trying to catch a salmon.
They had porridge in a pot.
- Hey, don't sleep! - said Jim to Tod.-
I have tasty almonds.
- I don't sleep, my river mate!-
Said Tom with a yawn.-
What if I can catch a skate?!
- We will grill it on a grate
With a lemon crown.
- What if I can catch the Moon,
Will we let it go?
-I swear by my silver spoon,-
If we don't, - here comes a gloom
For all days below!
So, they sat there with a fay,
Fishing with such talks.
Over their heads was Milky Way,
Under their boat fish swam away
Into mossy rocks.