“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.