Flowing like a little child, 

The gurgle is the laughter, so mild 

Que sera sera, the attitude, 

Oh! How much I envy you. 

Making merry on the path you flow, 

The plants and grass really glow. 

Your speed increases bit by bit, 

And so does your energy I admit.

Is the flood your alter ego? 

I oft doubt my dear amigo. 

How someone so calm, 

Can explode like a bomb? 

You are the base of our existence, 

Suffer we do, in your absence. 

You are precious, 

Soothing and gracious. 

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