They went over the falls in a canoe, they did.

They went over the falls in a canoe they did
in a canoe they went over the falls.
On a windy night with the moon half hid,
they went over the falls they did.

They went in spite of their parents wishes.
They went before doing the dishes.
They fell, they fell and fell straight on down.
Every one yelled, “Each one of you is foolish clown.”

They yelled back, “ we don't care a button.
We may be fools, but we don't care for mutton.”
They fell, and fell, and fell, and fell on down.
They fell, and fell, but none had a frown.

They danced, they danced, they danced on their canoe.
They danced, they danced, they danced a great jig.
They danced, they danced, they laughed as they went.
They danced, they danced, they looked heaven sent.

They fell, they fell, they fell into Mumpsy land.
And when they got down there was a brass band.
The mumpsys sang, waved and gave great parade.
They waved flags, and marched without being paid.

Yes, it's true they had great fall, had a great fall.
But all the way down the just had a fabulous ball.
All the way down, and down they had not a fear.
Of the disapproving up above, none had a tear.

Now, the mumpsys are squat, short and fat.
But to have a good time all know where it's at.
The mumpsys have hair of red, blue, and yellow.
But they sure know how to tickle a fellow.

Now if there is a moral anywhere to be found.
One can't be a fool unless someone is around.
To record the fact of your great, deep fall.
and your waterfall must be very, very tall.


And your fall must be very deep and quite tall.