"It was a misty moisty morning and cloudy was the weather.
I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment and I began to grin.
How do you do? How do you do? How do you do again?"
We just squeaked onto the lake while the steam was rising. By the time we'd paddled our boat to Sommerzeit and back the sun had chased the last tendrils of mist into the shadows of the bay.