As the speed of lighting,

Before taking all of the leprocans gold,

The boat made of sadness,

As grey as clouds covering the sun,

Draining tears down my face,

Like rian pouring down windows.The boat made of cloud ,

Drifted through the breeze,

As softly as a angles voice,

After zooming past an enchanted castle,

Like a silly driver speeding through a red light.

The boat made of luck,

Travelled to the end of a rainbow ,