My grandpa whittled this neat little boat,
at the old fishing hole the boat leaned how to float.
She tilted to starboard so Grandpa took note,
drifting there on a quiet afternoon.

I have such fun with my trim little craft,
open sea to the fore and dry land to aft.
By two tough tin soldiers and Teddy she's staffed,
we shall sail to the ends of the earth.

Now let's pretend she's a great battle ship,
we're out in deep water, an important trip.
Teddy is showing some great leadership...
the battle's about to begin.

Man the torpedoes...see that huge submarine!
Mummy calls 'Lunch.' She won't know where we've been.