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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