The river was flanked by lush verdant banks
Where willows wept into the stream
The sun's golden rays formed a radiant haze
And Mole stood as if in a dream
For never before had he seen such a sight -
His eyes shone with rapture and awe and delight
His heart filled with wonder and try as he might
He couldn't tear his gaze away
For all was a-chatter, a-chuckle and chase
And all was a-gurgle, a-rustle and swirl
And all was a-glitter, a-glint and a-gleam
This wonderful watery world
Quite gone from his mind was his home left behind -
That mean little underground dwelling
"Why should I" thought Mole "want to live in a hole
When to live here is joy beyond telling?"
The river had captured him body and soul
And with a compulsion beyond his control
He knew from that moment he had but one goal -
To dwell there for all of his days
For all was a-chatter, a-chuckle and chase
And all was a-gurgle, a-rustle and swirl
And all was a-glitter, a-glint and a-gleam
This wonderful watery world
So Mole sat and gazed in a rapturous daze
At the chattering, bubbling stream
At the grayling and trout, minnow darting about
At the roach and the dace and the bream
And the tall willows weeping like wives at a wake
And the water weed waving like sinuous snakes
And the ducks all a-dabbling and the proud, handsome drakes
And he felt as though he had come home
For all was a-chatter, a-chuckle and chase
And all was a-gurgle, a-rustle and swirl
And all was a-glitter, a-glint and a-gleam
This wonderful watery world
This wonderful watery world