Hot Summer Day
Who knew that we would find a way
To cool ourselves, that summer day
Bored with creating ways for fun
All simmering in the August sun
(Oh, but for a man-made stream!)
Gas lines prepped for installation
Workers ruining our vacation
Still, it was a thing to watch
Making bets on what they'd botch
(Oh, but for a man-made stream!)
We always gave the workers fits
Inspiring many a cursing blitz
Intent to make their faces blue
And blunt the project, through-and-through
(Oh, but for a man-made stream!)
A stanchion, old and under strain
Was precious close to the water main
Steel collapsing, someone cursed
As sure enough, the main had burst!
(Oh, but for a man-made stream!)
Repairing mains beyond their skill
They left the street and let it fill
And much to our extreme delight
It wouldn't be repaired that night
(Oh, but for a man-made stream!)
Well, what a place that street became
A wondrous, splashing water game!
A miracle sent to cool our steam ...
A fluid, flowing, man-made stream!
(A silly, sunny, city-kid's dream!)
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