In two thousand and two we were really quite new
And we asked for some help from people like you.
In two thousand and three when we opened the doors
The public came free and arrived in their hordes.
In two thousand and four the Olympics came round
And we swapped all our boats both the air and the ground.
In two thousand and five Team Philips squeezed in
Surf’s Up, and Trafalgar and Ellen sailed in.
In two thousand and six we endured and survived
We put up some flagpoles; a heat-wave arrived.
In two thousand and seven Mad Dogs and their like
We opened up Falmouth, gave prices a hike.
In two thousand and eight ‘twas Olympics again
With Under the Sea and a finn from Sir Ben.
In two thousand and nine the Titanic went down
The sally port opened and new boats we found.
In two thousand and ten a Life on the Rocks
The Hold and the Matthew, and Quarterdeck Docks.
In two thousand eleven, the Enys canoe
The Charter, On Thin Ice to please me and you.
In bold twenty twelve with Antiques on the Square
We opened a box and we found nothing there.
We searched and we rescued and made a new game
And watched the Olympics and lighting a flame.
From the workshop came noises, unusual sounds
Of bronze adze on wood – it’s a hard job we found.
Ten years in the making
Ten years full of glee
Ten years serving punters
By you and by me.
So here’s to the next ten
Where e’er we may be
Ten years of success
With our Boats and the Sea.
By the Deputy Museum Poet with apologies to A A Milne
