No rain in evening or the day
No bit of ice or snowy-flake
No boat races, no can ski
Or brush our teeth
Just spit for wash
As weirs go dry
Dry ditches burgeon; levees shrink
No need to fear no mildew stink
Wa-il searing of the ground
And lawn "pallingly a-browned
No drip or splosh!
As weirs go dry
Desalination sounds okay
Must nip this parch of field and hay
Flowin' streams in sluice anew
May drink the dew
We'd be awash
If weirs flow high
