I'm afraid I failed with Britten. (I reckon I just don't love him enough) so I've written a little thing about another boy who never grew up- the impresario, Charles Frohman.
He planned to show Jimmy a fine time in Paris;
There were tickets booked, a carriage waiting.
But Jimmy said, “You know those fairs...”
So they spent the night on the hoopla stall
Playing for knives. Jimmy possessed
A clever wrist and they won eleven.
His leg was bad so he couldn’t jump
Down to the boats- or so he said.
Instead he tied floats to Moses baskets-
He and Alfred Vanderbilt.
He went to the bridge and Jimmy’s line,
About death- " an awfully big adventure"
Came into his head so he paraphrased it.
Then he and his friends shook hands all round
And the wave came roaring up the deck