Form a crescent on the bow. Find the stranger straight ahead. Say land hoe, the Wild Isle! 'Board the Queen - she leads me there.
Tis the first flight of the season. I'm afraid we're ill-prepared? On old trees the leaves are young. The change not without reason.
Just dip a toe, then you'll know. The water's far too frigid. Citrus savers won't preserve. I'd say I'll stay on board.
