"You're going to love this,
just love it."
"Couldn't be..."
AHH!
there's no earthly way of knowing
heh heh... he's singing
which direction we are going
there's no knowing where we're rowing
or which way the river's flowing
is it raining
is it snowing?
is a hurricane a-blowing?
not a speck of light is showing
so the danger must be growing
by the fires of hell a-glowing
the grisly reaper mowing!
yes!
the danger must be growing
for the rowers keep on rowing
and they're certainly not showing
any signs that they are slowing!
AAAH!
"Wonka, this has gone far enough!"
"Quite right, sir,
stop the boat!"
