A Riddle Solved
Aha! cried the captain at two o’clock
He now understood the far away rock
That somehow always sped away
Further and further from the bay
Was perhaps not a rock that was made out of stone
But rather something of flesh, blood and bone
Aha! cried the captain again to his crew
And woke them from dreams of hats in Peru
They blinked with their eyes
At the captain’s loud cries
And stared as if he’d gone mad (not again!)
And whispered among them “Is he insane?!
For it was in the middle of the night
And sleeping just felt a tad more right
But the captain was glad
For finally he had
Figured out the moving riddle
“I know! I know! Come, play your fiddle!”
“Let’s celebrate all through the night”
the captain cried in his delight
“I care not for sleep
or counting sheep
I finally know why the island ahead
Never stays, but moves instead!”
The crew was curious aboard the ship
What was the island? One bit his lip
(He was nervous of course!)
Said the captain with force:
“We’ll never catch it as slow as we sail;
the island that moves away is a whale!”