Sing hey for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away
A loon is he that will not sing
O water hot is anoble thing
O sweet is the sound of falling rain
And the brook that leaps from hill to plain
But better than rain or rippling streams
Is water hot that smokes and steams
O 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 poured down the back
O 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
