WATER

The clouds are dark I'm on my way
the heavens they open I'm here to play
to all you humans I give no quarter
so run for cover I've come to slaughter

build your dams and make them high
I'll flood your homes and make you cry
I build up speed I rush and foam
I can change this land I can make you moan

I'm on the hunt a life to take
there's no one out there on the lake
but wait there's one more place for me to go
I'll rush down cracks to worlds below

I'm in the dark I look around I hear a noise I hear a sound
then in the distance a glowing light the time is now the time is right the lamps of cavers an awesome sight at last someone for me to fight
climb high you caver's and hang on tight

guggle, guggle I'll bring you trouble I'll drag you down and burst your bubble
you should have listened to that weather warning, you knew I was coming early that morning
so don't swear at me for taking your life, its your own stupidity that's left a lonely wife

That's goo d that murph. We all know the inspiration for that one!

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It is good fair do's

He was stuck in there longer enough to think of a poem

not bad that Mick

not quite Keats or Tennyson but I think this years Poet Laureate nominees need not be worried.

Isn't there a club Mick can join - Dead Poets Society ! or was that a film with Robin Williams ?