The Farmer's Song

I grew crops from spring until fall,
Hoeing weeds 'till my corn grew tall.
But water started to rush,
My corn turned to mush,
And I realized that I lost it all.

As I gazed at my empty corrals,
My conscience then told me, "You shall,
You shall stop the Euphrates*,
By building some gates,
And then irrigation canals!"

Then I said with a mighty onrush,
"I will stop the water's ambush!
If I take this advice,
And build the device,
Maybe next year, my corn won't be mush!"