Water is wet.
It makes me sweat.
Sweat helps keep me cool, on this you can bet.
Lakotas deserve an abundance of quality water; let’s check for appropriate macroinvertebrates with our trusty aquatic net.
No Uncle Waylon. Global warming has not covered Texas again with that what’s wet.
Not yet.
Yes. To Lakota Land we’ll be coming; there is reason to fret.
But pleeease don’t get upset!
When I come, I’ll play a flute like Mercedes, … or a bass clarinet?
No, Uncle Waylon. Can’t sing the Beetlejuice banana boat song til the sun does set.
But do bring two more crooners and we’ll have a quartet!
We’ll sing a water song of consilience; it’ll be the best ecological tune yet!
pbm
[ 7 S’s / VV->^^ ]
