For life is no problem to measure or mend, No straight-line equation to solve in the end. It’s the drift of the tide and the salt on the breeze— A beautiful mystery to live as you please.

An ocean of questions, a sky full of rain, Where wooden ships dance on a canvas of pain. The teddy bears watch from the edge of the deep, While secrets of old men and sea monsters keep. With a hat on his head and his feet on a rung, He stands at the border where ballads are sung. No riddle to master, no puzzle to thread, Just wild, stormy waters to navigate instead. For life is no problem to measure or mend, No straight-line equation to solve in the end. It’s the drift of the tide and the salt on the breeze— A beautiful mystery to live as you please.