You need it to sail If not you'll fail Not the mast, or the rig, or scull Without it, your chances are null

Fluorescent sun, paper seas, chairs that roll but never leave.

Whether with bamboo, metal, or glass, my gentle melodies soothe as I alert to a possible storm.

A needle that dances with the Earth's sway, Guiding explorers both night and day. In circles it spins, finding north's grace, A navigator's friend, in every place.

'Round, and 'Round, and 'Round it goes. Where it stops, One person knows. Classical music, Painted equines, Fastened securely With pins in their spines.