One year, as an unemployed hippie,
I swam down the great Mississippi.
I enjoyed it a lot
’Cos at times it was hot
Though, at others, decidedly nippy.

Now that we mayn’t venture further than our own back yards, it’s painful to recall the days when a youth could spend a couple months in unreflective, self-indulgent doggy-paddling. Though the great Mississippi had all the fragrance of a sewer, it has to be admitted.