Summer Painter

I painted names on boats for a Summer
 For luck you keep the same first letter
 You don't want
 You don't want
 You don't want
 Bad luck at sea
 Rich Man's Folly and Poor Man's Dream
 I painted these
 While beavers built dams
 All around me
 And come September, come Fall
 Holding a job was not believable behavior at all
 So I split
 But like a beaver is a dam builder, you never really quit
 I made some dough
 And I socked it away
 I always said for a rainy day
 I never truly knew who I was working for anyway
 The rich or the poor?
 Who am I working for?
 The rich or the poor?
 When the hurricane hit
 Some found it suspicious
 That I'd just since left the frame
 Like all that time spent down by the water
 Had somehow given me control over the rain
 And some people say wrongly that I've washed things away
 Guess I got my rainy day
 Like a sorcerer's cape
 The rain ripped the lips off the mouth of the bay
 And rendered the eye
 And slighted the hand
 And tricked the land
 And blew the air away
 Then came a quiet
 No one should know
 Rich Man's Folly and Poor Man's Dream
 I'm painting these
 While beavers build dams
 All around me