It was a cold, misty morning
When first light was dawning,
I was in my Longship
And the oars had non-slip grip
It wasn’t much of a field trip.
The icy wind blew us off course,
My shouting voice was very hoarse,
Our mighty linen sail was downed -
I fell overboard and drowned,
That was the end of clumsy me
I’m off to Valhalla today, yippee!
By Oliver Walker, Aged 9