In the high mountains afar
The water flowed downhill
And sped like a car
It grew a little broader
Its waters were crystal clear
Trouts swam here and there
It turned into a young new river
It flowed and flowed and flowed
It broadened a little more
It came to a small nice village
The people there rode boats
The river was proud of itself
It was large and it was strong
It doesn't flow much fast now
The way it was before
Its waters are not much clear
The trouts have gone too
The river was sad and bitter
And it slowly and lonely wandered
And now came the surprise
For the old mighty river
Many fish and prawns appeared
They swam and lived in here
The river said to its new friends,
"I'm old and I'm weak"
The fish led it to some distance
And showed the mighty sea
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