The USS Minnow

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,

A tale of a fateful trip,

That started from Minneapolis,
Without even a ship.

The mate was a mighty cycling man,

Matt making his phone was above water

The skipper dumb and sure.

The current got too strong for pedaling. We
were surrounded by minnows and saw ducklings.

Five hours set aside that day,
For what coulda been a three-hour tour, a three-hour tour

The sign said the trail was closed,
We looked at it with doubt,
Because of the stupidity of the fearless crew,
Minnows swam around the bikes, minnows swam around

We biked across the bridge to the shore across the flooded ri-ver,
And hit a fence,
T'was really high,
We handed the bikes over,
Hung off the bridge,
To get around the fence
Here on the Minn'sota River.

We crossed the fence by climbing on the outside of the bridge.
Surely unadvisable.

So this is the tale of our bike riders,
They should know better than this.
Wanting to take this route
Cycling with some fish.

The first mate and the skipper too,

Will do their very best,

To drain the water from the bikes,

Which were put to the test.

The frame, the tires, the whole dang thing!

Full of water, caked with mud.

Like a sunken canoe,

It's dirty and full of crud.

So join us here each week my friend,

You're sure to get a smile.

From two people with poor judgment,

Who'll learn better in a while.