Answer:
Since a tiny tender child of four,
There's nothing that I dreamt of more,
Then to jump aboard a great big ship,
A telescope, a map, a sword, by my hip,
To feel the sea breeze in my hair,
To stroke my parrot on the wood chair,
To be bold and brave and happy as can be,
To trek and travel and sail the seven seas.
This type of poem is Rhymed poetry.