A Thousand Strokes And A Rolling Suck

The boat of danger, peril, calls
Rowing quick time from heavy falls

Clasp with a quiver
Escape from the river
The falls dragging under
The rocks pick a number

Lucky for stop watery grave
Oh, what a time to misbehave
And blinding fear remembers what his father and his mother said

Laughter keeps the mind and body young but it's a plant of dead, slow growth

Shrink isn't blind but he will be
His mother's pride as proud can be
Oh, in full fig, as fine as five pence
And dressed up into the nines
(Keyword being simplicity)

Laughter keeps the mind and body young but it's a plant of dead, slow growth