Curvy, like bacon,
The river was snakin’,
But in our canoe
We knew what to do.
When the water got white
And no shore was in sight,
We weren’t worried
As through it we hurried.
When the waterfall came,
We felt just the same,
But we didn’t know
About the spiky rocks below.
But we came out of that one alive.
It’ll be a miracle if I live to twenty five.
The Daily Travesty 