Dam This

Fat fluffy beaver, busy as a bee

Why the fibrous OCD?

You certainly have the proclivity

For destructive creativity.

 

Natures carpenters with hefty teeth,

Float the waters, Dam the creeks.

 

Nature’s speedbumps, Slow down the rush

Sit beside me, enjoy the hush.

Without the dam, we’d have a better view

Of a river going straight through.

Boring and fast, the straight would rush.

Out go the fish with a flush!

 

Beaver! Beaver! With your dams all over

Makin’ farmers and ranchers nearly keel over.

Swimming along all cute and sweet

Slap! My heart skips a beat.

Dam your dams and corral the fish

Help me fulfill a fishing wish.

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