Stream Song

Water running,

in a steady stream,

flowing over polished Arkansas stones.

The Ozark Mountain stream so old,

the waters are so cold,

and thy endless flow,

that's steady and unwavering.

A rock falls in,

its journey begins,

then calmly downstream it's washed.

As the rules do abide,

the ripples do collide,

and play a pretty attuned song.