Boating down the Rio Grande.
Good ol’ Jim and his friend Ray
Went on a fishing trip today
They thought that they perhaps could play-
By boating down the Rio Grande
But the water, it was too fierce
And their complaints fell on deaf ears
So they decided “Lets just stay here
And camp right where the water’s near”
They had to repack all of their bags
This really made their whole trip lag
Their jolly faces began to sag
They felt so sick they thought they’d gag
With the bags remade
They ran and played
But were delayed
Before they could wade
There were two of them, but they’d made bags three
They’d need another carrier, see?
Who would that lucky person be?
You guessed right! Poor old me.
We trudged down half a mile of hill
I began to feel quite bad
I was counting down the seconds ‘till
The distance we had to go was nil
We finished the hike - I was all worn out
The joy in my heart had turned to doubt
But I hadn’t yet begun to shout
Because I was still stranded, a mile out
But I’m glad I did it, I must say
I really built character today
And all ‘cause two guys thought they’d play
By boating down the Rio Grande