It is my legs My shopping bag my companion My float, The two oars My extended arms Parting the water In my little rowing boat. We get there eventually There are complaints on the way But we ignore those and soldier on Loweing the drawbridge in the moat. Tricky I grant you, in your best frock No man to help, just me, and my pal. Keep calm, our motto, or we do rock. Frothy waters jet up our way Every now and then It is like the rivers lets rip Pulls out its cork to say "when" Turbulance, oh yes, it is a scary time The boat behaves like it's on the Irish Sea Stiff talkings to and patience then it is fine. We sail to the bank oh its a stone throw away We disembark like a liner on the ocean I tie it up to the nearest tree Walk off through the wood in time for tea. Piling the two carrier bags on board It is chocs away into the moat Back to the castle we go, my home, To rest, me and my little rowing boat.