From primal atavism
Navigating the procela
with strong courage and faith
sailboat will sail
Neptune Counterpart
tame dark sea
ancient pirogue raft
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For several years, I've been a raftsman every summer
Ferrying herds and noisy folks across this gray river
Who shout, argue and fight about this body of water
The goat-like shepherd bleats out loud, wise-cracking puns
Says: "You can never cross the same river more than once
It changes every moment, every swirl, every flow
May look the same but its waters come, its currents go
You float or swim in it, but then whatever you do
This river's not the one .. that you crossed awhile ago!"
The sheep-like goatherd retorts in a long, screaming leap
Says: " That's a shallow view, I've got something really deep
If the river is the water that drenches your knees
A dozen rivers can swish by you in just a sneeze
Even when you pause for just a short minute or two
You're not the one crossing .. the rivers are crossing you!"
As long as their banter won't make my raft keel over
And they pay their fare like any decent passenger
No goatherd, no shepherd will I push into the river!
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For several years, I've been a raftsman every summer,
ferrying herds and noisy folks across this gray river
who shout and argue about this body of water.
The goat-like shepherd bleats out loud wisecracking puns;
says "You can never cross same river more than once;
it changes every moment, every swirl, every flow;
may look the same, but its waters come, its currents go;
you float or swim in it, but then whatever you do,
this river's not the one that you crossed a while ago!"
The sheep-like goatherd retorts in a long, screaming leap;
snorts, "That's a shallow view, I've got something really deep;
if the river is the water that drenches your knees,
a dozen rivers can swish by you in just a sneeze;
even when you pause for just a short minute or two,
you're not the one crossing, the rivers are crossing you!"
As long as their banter won't make my raft keel over
and they pay their fare like any decent passenger,
no goatherd or shepherd gets thrown into the river!
For several years I've been a raftsman every summer,
ferrying herds and noisy folks across this gray river
who shout and argue about this body of water.
The goat-like shepherd bleats out loud wisecracking puns
that you can never cross the river more than once,
it changes every moment, every swirl and flow,
it may look the same, but its waters come and go,
you float or swim in it, but whatever you do,
this river's not the one you crossed a while ago !
The sheep-like goatherd retorts in a screaming leap,
says that's a shallow view, he's got something deep,
if river is the water that drenches your knees,
a hundred rivers can swish by you in a sneeze
even when you pause for just a minute or two,
you're not the one crossing, rivers are crossing you !
As long as their banter won't make my raft keel over,
and they pay their fare like any decent passenger,
I shall throw neither goat nor sheep into the river.
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