A stream was once made by a mountain and the rain...
Happily it flowed like a train...
The rain and mountain full of a loving dream...
Grew flowers along the sides of the stream...
The stream got bigger, she was going to be a river...
But that's when things got bad...
The mountain began to crumble after lightning struck...
And the rain could do nothing to help, how sad...
The mountain crumbled; the waste began to slide.....
It fell in the growing river; the river lost its pride...
The rain tried to help; it did all it could....
And somehow made the river better...
But the river was reaching its last...
It looked somewhat like a gutter...
Then finally with a groan, the river got smaller...
And mucky, it began to seem...
And with a lot of swampy stuff...
It became a bog.....now scream...