PROP
A boat is not like a car,
’cause I can hit a sandbar.
When the water starts to drop,
I can seriously damage my prop.
If the water I can’t read,
I forget to drive at a slow speed.
Then I come to a sudden stop,
and I shatter my prop.
I hit a big rock,
and I’m in shock.
When I hit a gravel pad,
I’ll be a little mad.
It’s only my fault,
when I come to a halt.
My prop I don’t want to claim,
but I have to take the blame.
I will feel cheap,
when the water is not deep.
So it’s better to drive slow,
’cause I might have to row.
When I hit a big stone,
I only wish that I’m alone.
‘Cause prop stories we keep quiet,
otherwise we’ll start a riot.