He was hopelessly hopeful,
Left home with a boat full
Of sunniest rays
That kept him quite floatful
On a sea of dreadful dismay.

He was hopelessly hopeful
In a way that was boastful
To the foolish fear of the day,
So much that even the ghostful
Found rainbow growing into their gray.

He was hopelessly hopeful,
A fine treasure most toastful
For many a seed still in clay.
He was hopelessly hopeful
I’m haplessly happy to say.