There's no earthly way of knowing,
Which direction we are going.
There's no knowing where we're rowing,
Or which way the rivers flowing.
Is it raining?
Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be
g
r
o
w
i
n
g
.
Are the fires of hell blowing?
Is the Grisley Reaper mowing?
YES!!!
The danger must be growing,
For the rowers keep on rowing,
And they certainly aren't showing,
Any signs that they are slowing....
Stop the boat.
-Willy Wonka
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