Look how hard I work,
Look how little I play!
Oh, I'll scoop till I become a gork,
Though I get no pay.
Begone, you tongue-danglers,
Skitter, you silent sneerers!
When drought comes like hungry panthers,
Only my eyes will be devoid of tears.
Behold this giant barrel
That I've set beside this spring.
I will replete it very well,
And amid your cries I will sing!
Oh, now you want to come closer?
Oh, now you want to tell me something?
Get over here then, adorable brother,
And like a proud mother I'll hear you sing.
Oh, what's this nonsense now
That's tumbling out of your lips?
This barrel has no holes, you cow.
Your eyes must be doing flips.
Begone, you tongue-danglers,
Skitter, you silent sneerers!
When drought comes like hungry panthers,
Only my eyes will be devoid of tears.
