Th' Crick Is Dryin' Up

Th' Crick is dryin’ Up. Ah got this Stick, ah call a Tree, stuck in th' mud: Decorated it with dental floss, well za could ‘Cause there’s so much of the stuff in the dead weeds out back An’ th’ Tree pret’ near always stays stuck there, ‘cept for when a strong wind blows up. That little mud tea trickle that remains a’ the Crick, ah call ‘Trump Soup’.