Some wise, some brave, some desperados,
more or less.
In a basket on a river rushing by,
You could be one – maybe.
With their finger in a dam to save the king,
His queen, and all his sons and daughters.
Warriors riding horses, holding gilded bridles,
A lady riding bareback with no gown.
“It’s nothing to sneeze at,” bragged she,
“And inventing it wasn’t exactly a breeze.”