Here’s a variation on a popular tune that I heard Abigail singing repeatedly this morning. I like to think of this version as an interesting commentary on the human subconscious.

Row, row, row your boat,

gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Like a spout, a dream.

And a bonus related quotable: “It’s the stream! It’s coming this way!”