How do you save the drowning man
who insists on swimming with stones in his pocket?
You would not, says the vulture, for he wants to die.
You cannot, says the ox, for he has grown too weary.
You should not, says the sheep, for he is an ungrateful bastard.
You ought not, says the serpent, for he will bring you down with him.
You will not, says the ass, for he has made his mind up.
You must not, says the peacock, for he is too proud to thank you.
How do you save the drowning man
who insists on swimming with stones in his pocket?
How do you stem the flowing river
to save the drowning man
who insists on swimming with stones in his pocket?
How do you build the dam
to stem the flowing river
to save the drowning man
who insists on swimming with stones in his pocket?
How do you, how do you save the drowning man
the drowning man who has stones in his pocket?
Who insists on swimming with them in his pocket?
You do not, says the owl, for he is a drowning man with stones in his pocket.
[N.B. I wrote this. Steal it and I kill you.]
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