Chance by Kate Greenaway









Chance

by Kate Greenaway

The boat sails away, like a bird on the wing,

And the little boys dance on the sands in a ring.

The wind may fall, or the wind may rise—

You are foolish to go; you will stay if you're wise.

The little boys dance, and the little girls run:

If it's bad to have money, it's worse to have none.