The day before yesterday I had a dream,
One that left me longing for an old stream.
On that longing I did there sit,
Just to relax, and somewhat have a fit.
You see, that was the day I had set aside,
To let my sailboat on the water, glide.
I was supposed to sail the ocean blue,
But for the weather, sailing I could not do.
I was down as down could be,
Coming to find that the weather hated me.
But then I had a funny thought,
About my sailboat, and my robot.
My sailboat needed a captain,
And it turned out all along I had him.
And maybe this wasn’t so bad.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so dramatic or sad.
So the day after yesterday, a captain I had found,
For my sailboat that was safe and sound,
And if it hadn’t been for the ugly weather,
I never would have put a robot and a sailboat together.
With this story, all I’m really trying to say,
Is that it’s funny what you think, when skies are gray.