There was an older man who lived on a hill.
If he hadn't built a boat he'd be living there still.
He built it to travel, he built it for fun.
He built it to follow the warmth of the sun.
He built it for something to do every day
He built it, for working with love is like play.
He lived in a shack on the side of the mountain.
His water flowed fresh from the stream like a fountain. (read more)