-Best accompanied by someone with a meaty fist keeping time on a box or table top. Best sung in a gravelly voice.-

My body is a vessel, I pilot e'ry day.
Down the river and rapids of life,
Destined for the bay.
Til one of you get the bright idea,
To come and make me pay.
Then my eyes close. The light goes out,
And on Ugrach's quay I lay.

'lways a boat at Ugrach's quay, so use the other as you will.
Chop it up for firewood,
Find a buyer and make a deal.
Plant it under your big ol' oak,
Feed the bugs by throwin't the swale.
Or take it to your lab. Dissect it the parts,
I'm not there so take your fill.

O' my body is a vessel, I pilot e'ry day.
Down the river and rapids of life,
Destined for the bay.
I e'er get to that estuarine spot,
I'll trade my work for play.
But 'til I sail. The wide open sea,
I'm navigating this by-way.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Sarapin, in the year 973 AF.