In which we every bob
And each one touches every one
A muddy, wetted mob.
Each motion moves our neighbor
And each neighbor wets the next
And the web of sloshing metaphor
Winds up in every text.
And we all are brought together
Each creature, girl or man
We move the world with every touch
From every friendly hand
And so, you see, we live as one,
And can't stick to a plan.