Sing, hey, for the bath, the close of day, That washes the weary mud away, A lewd is he that will not sing. Oh, water-hot is a noble thing! Oh, sweet is the sound of falling rain, In the brook that leaps from hill to plain, But better than rain or rippling streams, Is water-hot that smokes and steams. Oh, water-cold we may pour at need, Down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed, But better is beer if drink we lack, And water-hot pour down the back. Oh, water is fair that leaps on high, In a fountain white beneath the sky, But never did fountain sound so sweet As splashing hot water with my feet. © BF-WATCH TV 2021