And then, Captain Shmendy hollered, “We’ve cleared the harbor! Now give way together, cheerly! And strike up a chantey!”
It was straight rowing now. The lizardly whitewashers kept a steady beat on the drum. A lake breeze cooled our faces. The rosy-fingered dawn had begun to illuminate the surface of Lake Michigan, and we sang,
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream