Canals, what is it we love?
No shelter from storms and tempests as you drive into the rain
But your canal soul rises above
My God it’s even better than going to Spain
A lock is coming
Tunnel ahead
Time to start humming
Feed the ducks some bread
Four miles an hour, so fast
Ducks overtake you at a cosmic speed
But who cares if you are last?
Canal users are a strange breed
A lock is coming
Tunnel ahead
Time to start humming
Feed the ducks some bread
Marinas and pubs await your trade
Fuels of all sorts are offered
They kiss you goodbye once you have paid
Even if you aren’t Joan Crawford
A lock is coming
Tunnel ahead
Time to start humming
Feed the ducks some bread
Canal users live to float
Tranquility is all
Leaving the canal sticks in your throat
But you will be back, even if you have to crawl.