The Island Of Endless Play

Said Willie to Tom, 'Let us hie away     To the wonderful Island of Endless Play.     It lies off the border of "No School Land,"     And abounds with pleasure, I understand.     There boys go swimming whenever they please     In a lovely river right under the trees.     And marbles are free, so you need not buy;     And kites of all sizes are ready to fly.     We sail down the Isthmus of Idle Delight -     We sail and we sail for a day and a night.     And then, if favoured by billows and breeze,     We land in the Harbour of Do-as-You-Please.     And there lies the Island of Endless Play,     With no one to say to us, Must, or Nay.     Books are not known in that land so fair,     Teachers are stoned if they set foot there.     Hurrah for the Island, so glad and free,     That is the country for you and me.'     So away went Willie and Tom together     On a pleasure boat, in the lazy weather,     And they sailed in the teeth of a friendly breeze     Right into the harbour of 'Do-as-You-Please.'     Where boats and tackle and marbles and kites     Were waiting them there in this Land of Delights.     They dwelt on the Island of Endless Play     For five long years; then one sad day     A strange, dark ship sailed up to the strand,     And 'Ho! for the voyage to Stupid Land,'     The captain cried, with a terrible noise,     As he seized the frightened and struggling boys     And threw them into the dark ship's hold;     And off and away sailed the captain bold.     They vainly begged him to let them out,     He answered only with scoff and shout.     'Boys that don't study or work,' said he,     'Must sail one day down the Ignorant Sea     To Stupid Land by the No-Book Strait,     With Captain Time on the Pitiless Fate.'     He let out the sails and away went the three     Over the waters of Ignorant Sea,     Out and away to Stupid Land;     And they live there yet, I understand.     And there's where every one goes, they say,     Who seeks the Island of Endless Play.