White boats, white boats float across the sky. White boats, white boats rains carry. Marina, the boats, the pier, the ships in the sky do not need, and Stick boats, ships stick to the domes of pines. All sailing boats, all boats float to us from afar. White boats, white boats is the clouds... My daughter Victoria loves this song "White ships" and often asks me to sing it. So this song inspired me one idea and I made this wonderful dessert in the form of white clouds-boats. Prepared easily and quickly, and the result - delicious! For the contest "the Culinary range of tastes"