The Captain had a kipper from a previous daring breakfast
Lodged dangerously close to his spine;
But still he led his men.
When he stepped from the wooden dinghy and waded ashore
He was picking his teeth bravely with a fish-bone.
The sun rose behind him and broke its yolk upon the New World;
It flowed golden.
Grinning, he dipped his little soldiers in it.