Danny Boy he built a bridge
From sticks and salt and pitch
And when it went aflame
He said "It's okay. It can be fixed."
He layered it over with stone and sand
Pushed it up with timbers
And routed a river over top
So fires would go out with sprinkles.
He strained and stretched and smiled and said
"Look at my perfect bridge"
a mess of stone and sand and twigs
And the people chose, instead, to swim.