I will tell you about my river of years ago,
When it ran deep, shallow, fast and slow.
A Catfish tail would pap and Gar would rise,
A Turtle would fall off a log in mock surprise.
Down deep in shallow log you would find,
A great big ole Catfish so fat and fine.
Put your hand in His mouth to pull Him out,
Then wrestle with Him while your buddies shout.
Today the old river of yore is gone,
Politicians and Engineers came and sang their song.
Now the river is just a big old ditch,
No one visits it much not even a witch.
How many more of these deeds will the Corps perform?
Before we all get wise and view such deeds with scorn.