Papu

I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride with sword and pistol by my side. Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade. Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade. The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five. But I am still alive.I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide and with the sea I did abide.I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico. I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow. And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed. But I am living still.I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide where steel and water did collide, a place called Boulder on the wild Colorado. I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below. They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound. But I am still around. I'll always be around and around and around and around and around!I fly a starship across the Universe divide and when I reach the other side I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can. Perhaps I may become a highwayman again or I may simply be a single drop of rain. But I will remain and I'll be back again and again and again and again and again!