If today I went swimming it would be an interesting time
Possibly unfathomable or maybe quite sublime
Dipping in a swimming hole would surely cool me off
It’d delight me more than sitting in a barrel, pail, or trough
Oh, if I merely splashed around in cool water here and now
It would likely be delectable, and I can’t describe just how
But if I was somewhere, anywhere near a deep and darkish lake
A different approach for fun I’d very seriously have to take
I’d need to find a pile of rocks to toss and try to skim
Because the problem is, you see, I don’t know how to swim
