Look at the way its blobs,
Fall with much delight
With great blop thlop plop,
They touch earth from the sky
Nobody sees and feels,
The glaring negativity
Through the action it takes,
To enhance the earths fertility
In it would the children,
Joyfully stump their feet
And with it's accumulation,
We're able to drink and live
It's surprising how we don't,
Criticize its pessimism...