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in a morning swim the beaver made his route
out early and then had a breakfast to boot
after which he worked on his abode 
by floating logs to help ease the load

tree by tree he fell them just so
they would end up all  in a row
worked long hours all by himself 
was in top shape and had good health

he was an eager beaver to get things right
all of the wood was snug and tight
no tools, no nails, he knew his trade
no one could say it was only man made

it was starting to rain but he was done
his cabin was finished under the sun
he heard some men say they’ll be a flood
then he thought his home would be mud.

US Army of engineers came to save the land
brought in machinery and loads of sand
they built a dam with lots of concrete
they could not afford to have it leak.

the beaver watch them every day and grinned
he knew that it wouldn’t hold, it was too thin
he called in his fellows to build a levee
we need to make it wider not heavy.

the  dam had  cracked and the water poured in
all men scrambled before getting in a spin
the town folk were alerted and left in a hurry
all the beavers remained during the flurry.

they flapped their tails and made loud whacks
like sounding the drums  to call in more packs
in groups of ten they worked the line
tied ropes to pull timber getting it to align

some gnawed logs and brought to the river
others on the banks assisting  to deliver,
they swam with the logs, to avoid a jam
they stacked them up evenly to build this dam

more joined the brigade to get it in shape
they just knew no water would escape
the chief beaver thanked  his regiment
I’m damn proud of you, the town is now content.

when the town folk came back they gasped in amaze
who had built this put them in a daze
A raven from a tree limb said I saw the whole making
but I will tell you it was astounding but heartbreaking

it was something to see and it all happened so fast
building a dam is not a thing of the past
I can tell you the story but I won’t let it out
will just say ‘leave it to beaver’ and that’s no doubt
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