We started down to the river
But fate is very—is very—is very——
“Harsh!” Westy shouted.
“Correct,” I said.
We started down to the river,
But fate is very harsh.
We started out for the, what-d’you call it, promised land,
And got stuck in the middle of the marsh.
But, gee whiz, they didn’t feel like singing, I could see that. Pee-wee shouted, because that kid would be happy in the bottom of a well, but the rest of them just kept still and looked grouchy.
“It’s raining, too,” one of them said.