Cold & Wet

Water may stop warmth, this do not forget
 When things become too warm make them a little wet
 And douse them with a mouthful, put the baby down
 Clean the earth surrounding and cause the warm to drown
 And introduce to every soul a drink made of tears
 Hear them bicker, watch them die impaled on balsa spears
 And looking in the morning the streets are flooded out
 The men are wailing toothless, the ladies ghostly pout
 And they shout:
 Our shoes are wet, our skin is cold
 And we no longer fear the voices of the brave or bold
 Making what is to come clear
 Well, future is diminished by what today we did
 We wetted warmth and killed it and in the water hid
 We wetted warmth and killed it and in the water hid