Soon the water will break through
A crack in the dam
A notch in the dyke
Barriers will crumble and fall

But the water must wait
For there is present a flood
Not needing additions
Nor friends

Soon the duck will fly
A spread of the wings
A stretch of the legs
Mallards will soar the sky

But the ducks must wait
For the skies are full
No room for additions
Nor friends.