There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going;
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing!
Is it raining, is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing!
Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing;
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing! –
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory