Gene Wilder sang, rapped and screamed:
There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where were 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 growing
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing
Cause the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!
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