I am a huge fan of Roald Dahl.
This poem was always a favourite of mine.


The Rowing Song

Round the world and home again.
That's the sailor's way.
Faster faster, faster faster.

There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going.
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing.

Is it raining, is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a–blowing?

Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing.
Are the fires of Hell a–glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?

Yes, the danger must be growing,
For the rowers keep on rowing,
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing.

Roald Dahl
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