Sailing the Seas Depends on the Helmsman
This is what I often hear coming from my stepsons bedroom.
I’m starting to think he has a miniature Chinese village. When he closes the door he pulls them out from under the bed and they sing and dance for him.
There is an English version of the song too. This is even better than the original. I love the singing and the awkward way the words are forced to fit into melody.
