Our world filled with water.

There is no more sky. As it rains,

The water cycles past me.

 

I wade through a puddle

As it rains

I wade through a creek

As it rains

I swim through a river,

Through a pond,

The beavers float

Their homes swept away

As it rains,

 

As it rains,

I swim through a lake

As it rains,

I build myself a boat

Made of beaver homes

I sail through the sea

As it rains

I sail to the ocean

Past the edge I cascade;

 

I sail past the breaking clouds to the place

The beavers went

As it rains;