Classic Poem

Underneath the boardwalk, way, way back,
There's a splendid cavern, big and black —
If you want to get there, you must crawl
Underneath the posts and steps and all
When I've finished paddling, there I go —
None of all the other children know!

There I keep my treasures in a box —
Shells and colored glass and queer-shaped rocks,
In a secret hiding place I've made,
Hollowed out with clamshells and a spade,
Marked with yellow pebbles in a row —
None of all the other children know!

It's a place that makes a splendid lair,
Room for chests and weapons and one chair.
In the farthest corner, by the stones,
I shall have a flag with skulls and bones
And a lamp that casts a lurid glow —
None of all the other children know!

Sometime, by and by, when I am grown,
I shall go and live there all alone;
I shall dig and paddle till it's dark,
Then go out and man my private bark:
I shall fill my cave with captive foe —
None of all the other children know!