Tonight, My Physicson noticed his little son was down with the blues. So, he started singing:
Iteratively provide power to this implement so, as predicted by the third law, you begin to propulse your vehicle on the surface
Maintain an optimum ratio of power and minimization of disturbance, all the while keeping the propulsion vector parallel to your encompassing fluid's one
Indulge yourself to find hapiness from the harmony generated by the whole motion,
which can lead in a philosophical introspection of existence in a sweet manner.
A smile appeared in the young kid's face.
What was Mr. Physicson singing?
Note: Nothing to do with Blur.