The Drought

where had my wacka gone 

wacka wacka w-w-wa-wa-ck-ck-k-a, Wawa? 

the moist butterflies are falling 

oh-no the cabbages strawberries asparagus are eating them 

wacka wacka w-w-wa-wa-ck-ck-k-a, Wawa? 

“achoo” said the camel when he stepped on them 

oh-no the cabbages strawberries asparagus are eating them 

they are running away with their wet wings 

“achoo” said the camel when he stepped on them 

red fills the sky as they launch their attack 

they are running away with their wet wings 

goodbye little moist butterflies