My biz: to dowse where few are rains
It’s all surprising fun
Sand has been undoin’ of bounty of foods, boy
In pods - in rows - and runs

Tried water trucked in trailers
Tried some sluicey things
My father tried rain dancin', once
Drought was still obscene...

Now a costly thing for humble needs is
A chute-race aquaduct
At the moment find that wells will satisfy
Where down-point’ rod is plunked

Oh on the - televison
Weather dudes plot only sun
Trends contrive no pre-cipat’ry
So to dowse is surprising fun

Well, I'll stay put on the flats for
As dowser I've been retained
I’m gonna crack this stick routine
Aware that falls, no rain

Well - my biz: to dowse where few are rains
It’s all surprising fun
So I can divine with plenty o’ forked toys
When God ‘llows too much sun!