Tsk, tsk, tsk. Well, that can be cured. Just take a raft down the Mississippi from St. Louie to Nawlins or even further south. I'd suggest the whole river, but there's a bunch of dams above St. Louie.

I will, in the interest of full disclosure and bad taste, note that when we sang that little ditty while in college we ofttimes substituted the word "meat" for "feet" and thereby added a whole new dimension to the song.