I come from trenches deep in slime,
Soft slime so sweet and yellow,
And rumble down the steps in time
to souse "some shivering fellow".
I trickle in and trickle out
Of every nook and corner,
And, rushing like some waterspout,
Make many a rat a mourner.
I gather in from near and far
A thousand brooklets swelling,
And laugh aloud a great "Ha, ha!"
To flood poor Tommy's dwelling.
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