Syrup Porth

Syrup Porth

One day we'll sail our boat, and steer
To the isle of Syrup Porth,
It's somewhere to the south of here,
And some way to the north.

We'll choose a day when dolphins dance
And the sea is flecked with gold,
And flying fishes add romance
To a story not yet told.

We'll catch some coral in our net,
And see a mermaid too,
And sing a song of the deep and wet
With seashell and kazoo.

We'll make a bonfire on the sand
And look across the bay,
To gaze upon that distant land,
That we just left today.

We may not have a magic ship,
Or some fantastic isle,
But we can dream of such a trip,
And travel many a mile.

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