My Little Fountain

I have a fountain in my yard.

It doesn’t fountain very hard,

Just drips and drips onto a spot

And fills my hose when the weather’s hot.

Some may say that it’s a tap

But I think that’s a load of crap.

If soda and drinking fountains count

Then mine’s a fountain too by my account.

I’m proud of my little drippy fountain.

For it I’d move many a mountain

For when I’m a sweaty yard-working man

I drink from it just ‘cause I can.