“Row row your boat,” sang Midge as she strolled over to Booker-T's house. “Gently down the stream.”
“What are you singing Midge?” asked Booker-T.
“Some song I heard my owners nephew singing one day,” said Midge.
“What is it about?” asked Booker-T.
“Somebody is rowing a boat down some stream somewhere,” said Midge.
“Where are they going in the boat?” asked Booker-T.
“I don't know,” said Midge. “The song never says where they are going.”
“It don't say where they are going?” asked Booker-T.