To a fate that was ugly and stern, and appalled
At impending destruction, they frantic’ly called;
Some cried for a father, and some for a brother,
And screaming they ran from one side to the other.
And if, for a moment, their fears would subside,
Their terror returned as they watched the high tide,
For the river seemed angry that swept o’er the highways,
And madly it rushed o’er the country and byways,
As with threats of destruction it held its mane high
Like a monster that brooks no obstructions that lie