Infused rambling in dim-lit aisles,

Strange vibrations heaping into piles,

I float the river for miles.

I say, “We need to float; float that boat, all the way to Belding.”

This we did, and with the river, we sing.

To an island, we came to be.

“Let’s make some chili,” I say.

Looking above in hopes the sky doesn’t turn gray.

With bulging bellies and floating heads we lay under the stars and let the night consume us.

When the morning came we packed with smiles and cheery hums,

And we float on,

All the way to Belding.