Again the rivers run

And the tanks all overflow.

The kids are having fun

And the gardens, how they grow.

Boat engines are roaring,
We’re off on the dam.
Now again it is pouring,
Home to breakfast of eggs and ham.

 We needed rain but not the mud,
It's time, I'm sure, to stop the flood.
 So hold the rain and stop the thunder.
Because, dear God, we're  going under.