Lakatoi
p. 66 · Read in the full issue
By Rose Paree
Come, come to the seas on the beautiful log.
On the beautiful log with its silver white sail, And out we go on the waves.
Float, float far away to a new land of dreams.
To a new land of dreams, and a life without toil, On our beautiful lakatoi.
How, how did we come?
Did we fly o'er the seas?
Did we fly o'er the seas or swimming did come?
No, we came on our lakatoi.
Dreams, dreams are all gone, Life is but a reality.
Life is but a reality, Till we float far away on a beautiful log, On a beautiful log with its white silver sail.
On a beautiful lakatoi.