In clear river streams, it made its sweet rounds.
Hydrating lush forests and quenching the ground.
It flowed in abundance, with plenty for all,
And begged you to dance in its free flowing falls.
When small children play, they pretend that they taste it.
Making those who remember regret all they'd wasted.
They sprayed it on grass, on cars, and in pools
To maintain their class, in spite of the rules.
We laughed at the few who tried to conserve,
But who's laughing now? None have the nerve.