Not Drowning but Waving They saw him, his arms up in the air And they rushed in to save him: But I was just happy with how far I’d swum And not drowning but waving. Poor chap, he must have had enough And decided to join the dead Lurking beneath must have been sad, hidden depths, They said. Oh no, no, no. I have none of those, (He spluttered as they reclaimed him) I was simply splashing around, having fun, And not drowning but waving.
