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Based on Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain
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They think I’m dead, but man, I’m still alive,
Still floating down this river through the night,
Like wayward bees, escaping from the hive,
Unconscious of the peril of their plight.
Past forests on the shore in Illinois
Past tiny lights of villages forlorn,
Past woodland camps of fearsome Iroquois,
We ride the river’s currents ’til the morn.
Clear sky and cool water,
Float down with Jim and me.
Ride the river like an otter;
See the world and live free.
Not much to do but look up at the sky.
Are stars the children of a pregnant moon,
Compelled to glow until they finally die?
Or are they tiny diamonds, roughly hewn?
The paddlewheels of steamboats spin and churn,
As clouds from smokestacks swirl and slowly rise,
And from the engine room, where coals burn,
Come sparks that join the stars and fireflies.
Clear sky and cool water,
Float down with Jim and me.
Ride the river like an otter;
See the world and live free.
When morning comes, we land and set our lines,
And bathe in river water to refresh,
Conceal the raft among the trees and vines,
Then gorge ourselves on steaming catfish flesh.
Another day of sleeping in the sun,
A lazy afternoon beneath the trees,
Of watching spiders work the webs they’ve spun,
And listening to birdsongs on the breeze.
Clear sky and cool water,
Float down with Jim and me.
Ride the river like an otter;
See the world and live free.
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