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Rowboat
Rowboat squeaks a tenor tune
To entertain the lake
And glide over the film of waves
And cross the curtains to the center stage
Rowboat’s life is but a dream
Gliding safely down the stream
As thou plot thickens
So does the water thicken into clay
Rowboat is stuck not to move
High and dry on the clay
As the raindrops fall
From way up high
Like dead flies from clouds
He squeaks a clever tenor tune
To thrust himself out of bed
But still there’s no cigar under his tongue
‘Twas the beginning of a new day
Now his life sunsets
AS the sun is dipped into the placid water
Like a cracker in your steamy coffee
Sitting on a tired coffee coaster
In your living room of clay
