Would you guess from their broad greeting,
witty tuck of eyelids,
how they putt-putt out with lunch-cans
on a sea liable to tangle
and dim out the land between two glances?

Tho their dads toed the decks of schooners,
dodging the blustery rush of capes,
and rum-runner uncles used wit-grease
against the shoot-first Yankee cutters,
they wouldn't be the kind to sail their
         lobster-boats around the world
for anything less than a dollar-ninety an hour.

Milton Acorn, 1956