Literature
Dahl
The day broke out, the sun did rise.
Brave boys with hope were we,
With hearts hard-set and glittering eyes,
We set out for the sea.
There once was myth, of ancient beast,
With riches yet untold,
The evil creature now deceased,
We sought to claim its gold.
But as we pushed out from the shore,
The others stayed their ground.
"You musn't trust such mindless lore,
for gold cannot be found."
They called us fools, to seek that tale,
While they sat and sulked all day,
If we were fools to hoist the sail,
How foolish then, were they?