Impressed by Cindy's lyrics, I tried to sing it.
© 2019 Cindy Prince
The flood waters are on their way down
Which is good
Unless it isn't!
What has been left to rot in the mud
Are the dead fish
God, the scent of it!
Buzzards come quick!
Please don't stay
It's making us sick!
We have to hold are noses tight
Lest we faint
From the smell!
We try to be happy it's receded
But those fish
Are stinky hell!
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