The river rises,
Raising its sizes,
Swallowing us whole,
The land is its coal.

Its fuel is our fear,
When the river comes near,
We get into gear,
And we won't stay here.

We fear the river,
As it sends a shiver,
Down our spines,
As we get into lines.

We're ready to march,
Hoping it'll parch,
Readying the team,
To go upstream.

We walk with our fright,
In the dead of night
We reach the site,
And extinguish the light.

And with all our might,
We give it a smite,
And know that with pride,
Tonight, we stride.

We fight the river,
Ignoring the shiver,
Hope is a sliver,
But we won't be chopped liver.