Marie’s Water War Victory
August, thirty-eight degrees, the street it cannot cope.
Somebody fill the bucket.
Somebody grab the hose!
The children make alliances,
the fathers make a plan — but nobody,
nobody, nobody checks on gran.
Water! (Water!) Coming for ya!
(Coming for ya!) Duck behind the car,
boy! (Too late, too late!) Grandma got the pressure washer!
(Everybody run!
Everybody run!)
She waited by the roses,
patient like the sea.
Seventy-nine years of tactics — you cannot outflank Marie!
One shot, she soak the postman.
Two shots, the boys next door.
The mayor came to negotiate.
The mayor is dry no more!
Dry season done! Dry season done!
Water! (Water!) Coming for ya!
Grandma got the pressure washer!
Nobody dry
by sundown! Nobody dry by sundown!