They built themselves a buoyant boat
Where those afloat each had an oar
A coxswain pulling steering strings
They had team strategies galore
Though sometimes paddle angles
Out of rhythm lost their strokes
Causing stress upon the slipstream
And all the effort that provokes
They pulled hard into a watershed
To rearrange some seat positions
With a view to change some crew
In hope avoid offset divisions
New oarsmen who felt fit and strong
Demanded much more stray their way
Causing louder shouts and coxswain strain
Schemed other routes to sway the day
Not noticing the buoyant boat
Now overweight from too much drink
As the coxswain pulling other strings
Watched the whole caboodle sink
Floating homeward to the shoreline
To stand again they all agreed
That rudders lacking engine strength
Made their failings guaranteed
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