The Rescue

The wind is loud,
The wind is blowing,
The waves are big,
The waves are growing.
What’s that? What’s that?
A dog is crying,
It’s in the sea,
A dog is crying.
His or hers
Or yours or mine?
A dog is crying,
A dog is crying.

Is no one there?
A boat is going,
The waves are big,
A man is rowing,
The waves are big
The waves are growing.
Where’s the dog?
It isn’t crying.
His or hers
Or yours or mine?
Is it dying?
Is it dying?

The wind is loud,
The wind is blowing,
The waves are big,
The waves are glowing.
Where’s the boat?
It’s upside down.
And where’s the dog,
And must it drown?
His or hers
Or yours or mine?
O, must it drown?
O, must it drown?

Where’s the man?
He’s on the sand,
So tired and wet
He cannot stand.
And where’s the dog?
It’s in his hand,
He lies it down
Upon the sand.
His or hers
Or yours or mine?
The dog is mine!
The dog is mine!

So tired and wet
And still it lies.
I stroke its head,
It opens its eyes,
It wags its tail,
So tired and wet.
I call its name,
For it’s my pet,
Not his or hers
Or yours, but mine-
And up it gets,
And up it gets!

Ian Serraillier