Gather 'round the campfire buckaroos. Time for a little sing-along with me, Boat Dock.
If you've paid a vist to my federal water dish, Beaver Lake, you know it's full to the brim. All that water is lapping up into the trees, weeds and bushes. Makes it hard for a tom cat to whet his whistle, but it has me in the mood to sing. It's a perfect time to dust off a song that I wrote many years ago, during another summer when the Beaver Lake overfloweth.
Things are better with this high-water episode. Back then, the lake didn't only rise, it was a muddy mess from the headwaters to the dam. The flooded shoreline was so yucky only the Creature from the Black Lagoon would swim in it.
This summer the lake is up, all right, but most of it is clear. The water is inviting for swimming and boating, whatever water sport floats your boat.
So let me tune up the old six-string, stoke the campfire and put on my Stetson. This here ditty is called "So Much Water," sung to the tune of "Cool Water," by the Sons of the Pioneers. It's easy to sing along, so here we go. A one and a two:
Every single place, out on Beaver Lake, you know there's lots of water. So. Much. Water.
The rain's been coming down in the cities and the towns. Enough to drown an otter. So. Much. Water.
(OK, here's the bridge) It wasn't on their minds, but some folks woke up to find, that their yards are now a few feet underwater. High. Lake. Water.
(You all are sounding great. OK, let's sing.) The shorline's just for ducks, the bass fishin' is a bust, because of all this water. Too. Much. Water.
I think it's safe to say, that the shoreline's gone away. Aint nothing but an old carp waller. Smelly. Water.
(Another bridge) Can't even launch your boat without paying through the throat, 'cos all the free boat ramps you know are underwater. Deep. Deep. Water.
The Texans always want, all this water we have got. I wish they would come and get it. Haul. That. Water.
California it's so dry, people look up in the sky, and pray for precious water. Falling. Water.
Now listen to this pitch, 'cos it just might make us rich. Let's pipe it through a hose and start selling all this water. Bottled. Water. So. Much Water.
Mighty fine, mighty fine. Great singing you all and another great song by me, Boat Dock, a legend in my own mind.
Boat Dock is feline outdoors columnist for the Northwest Arkansas Democrat-Gazette. His column appears when he feels like writing, or singing, one. Write to Boat Dock on his Facebook page.
Sports on 07/02/2015