There\'s a whisper
Going \'round and \'round
Of a mister
Dividing up some ground
\'Let the old man dig\'
I hear you say
But who\'s getting picked?
As less than clay
Be quiet now!
It\'s only natural
-and don\'t forget your vow-
For rain to fall
A burning rain
Piercing like ice
It\'s not much pain
But it has a little spice
Especially with the dullness
From that Mister
That\'s digging and lulls us
In with a whisper