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