For the great dancing master to check or abate.
He realized that he had been in the wrong
To neglect to attend to the flood for so long.
“At first I had seemed to enjoy it,” he said,
“But, like dancing, the fiddler will have to be paid;
Still, ’tis better,” said he, “not to let our hearts worry,
For the flood will subside when it gets o’er its flurry.”
Some complained that he’d uselessly raised their hope high,
Then the “Oracle” said he would save them or die.
He proposed that he build them a raft out of logs,