He was afraid that if he sat down that someone would give him an oar to row!
A saddle.
A dual cabbageway!
Where are the udders? (Thanks to my three boys for that one!)
Stand up!
I don't know, but my Dad said it was a mistake.
To show he wasn't a chicken.
He didn't want to be a hot dog!
A nervous wreck!
Because as they got on the boat to leave Italy, they were stamped on the head, "TO NY".
Are you up for a little row-mance
Men, get in the boat!
A row-tater.