The Blue River

The blue river,
Is so very cold,
That it makes me shiver,
And seldom bold.

The river is blue,
Is it really true?
Or is it telling a lie,
As it reflects the color of the sky.

The river’s color is now fading away,
Because it is getting dirty day by day,
The only thing I can say,
Is that it’s our fault for which we’ll have to pay.

For the river we’ll take revenge,
To help her out we’ll take a pledge,
We’ll never let its color go wrong,
To save her this will be our theme song.