#051

When sailing ‘cross the ocean blue
I’ve oft times seen a strange sight
A whirling wind that spins around
A point that’s off in the distance

It’s ’round a polar axis
For ’round it, all things rotate
To find our way we use the stars
And chart a course with thanks

But if you must go on your way
Then use it to your advant’ge
For when you start to move about
Let it push you to your destination