Zuiderzee

 

Let's do the things that can't be done,
like sail a kite around the sun.
Or run a mile in half the time,
it takes a poet to make a rhyme.

Let's try to find the Holy grail,
or light a fire inside a whale.

Let's buy a 'strad' and play a tune,
climb Everest in the afternoon.

Perhaps I'll scale the highest tree,
then swim across the Zuiderzee.
And later, on the thinnest strand,
stroll lightly 'cross the Canyon Grand.

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But they're too easy, don't compare,
to tasks to win my lady fair.
For her I'd sell my very soul,
to gain her love, my only goal.

So come tomorrow one by one,
I'll do them all, yes every one.
I'll run and jump and fly and swim,
to stop her running off with him