I’ve run abrick, I’ve run aground, I’ve run amud.

I’ve stuck my feet too deep into this flood.

It’s seeped inside, it’s seeped around, it’s spelled disaster.

For I can’t move one single inch, and now I’m sinking faster.

The more I struggle, if I could,

The more is struggle in vain, and would

You be so kind to lend me a

Branch?