Once there was a river of red

It sprinted on forever

If only you could keep it fed

It was fed by those not so clever

With spirits that were weak

And who made the right choice, never

Over the years it arose from a creek

Gushing and growing as the ages past

For so long it did not again fall meek

Until one day a man said it should no longer last

He spread wisdom and joy and moral

The river's time had come to pass

It shrank from it's mighty canal

To a trickle down this man's brow

Then he commanded 'End it shall!'