• Crashing loudly like a lion's ROAR,
    The sides and end the only doors,
    Frothing softly at the bottom,
    White as snow and white as cotton.

    Dropping like a tiger about to pounce,
    A single drop as light as an ounce,
    All around it emerald green,
    Every day the same old scene.

    The water below as brown as mud,
    The fish swim I wish I could,
    As fast as a cheetah at full speed,
    I really wish that I could feed.