Don't pay the ferrymanchris deburghit was late at night on the open road, speeding like a man on runa lifetime spent preparing for the journey.he is closer now and the search is on, reading from a map in the mind:yes there's that ragged hill and there's a boat on the river.and when the rain came down, he heard a wild dog howlthere were voices in the night (don't do it!)voices out of sight (dont't do it!)to many men have failed before, whatever you do;don't pay the ferryman!don't even fix a price!don't pay the ferrymanuntil he gets you to the other side.in the rolling mist, then he gets on board, now there'll be no turning backbeware that hooded old man at the rudder.and then the lightning flashed and the thunder roared,and people calling out his name,and dancing bones that jabbered-and-a-moaned on the water.and then the ferryman said "there is trouble ahead,so you must pay me now." (don't do it!)"you must pay me now." (don't do it!)and still that voice came from beyond, whatever you do;don't pay the ferryman!don't even fix a price!don't pay the ferrymanuntil he gets you to the other side.from: hewlett <j.w.leong@bigfoot.com>