River of Wondering

I went down to the river

Wondering

Where all the fish had gone

The mud on the banks had a funny smell

There was not one bird to be seen.

I sat down in the mud

Because there was no grass

And began to softly hum

An old woman wandered by

And joined in my song

A little boy stopped to sing

And a young woman began to dance

We laughed and played

By that river bank

And shed some tears as well

Hand in hand

Together at last

We washed the river clean.

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