The Magic City — Chapter 8

Edith Nesbit (1858–1924)

'We're afloat, we're afloatOn the dark rolling tide;The ark's water-tightAnd the crew are inside.

'Up, up with the flagLet it wave o'er the sea;We're afloat, we're afloat—And what else should we be?'

'You had better embarkOnce again in the Ark,And sailing from drylandMake straight for the Island.'