Riding on a Sea Horse

Down into the depths of the whales, from the loud sea beaches

Where I find my friend, the Sea Horse, who gives me a ride

I hide down below the sea weed, then on his back I rush past the eel-grass

I have such a ride, I feel like I'm on top of a submarine, looking out the glass

Riding on a Sea Horse, feeling all the waves, I feel the tide-line above us

Though it won't be in our way, I just take my time a sailing, on the back, a gust

Of glory, I don't even hide in my shell, for I am the snail that moves slowly

And never gets anywhere!