A hunting crew, two-by-two

went to the Red River Forest.

Came across some tracks, on an open bank pass

led by a man named Morris.

With Ronnie and Clem, and a friend named Kevin

the biggest tracks they had seen.

So they stayed alert and scurried a skirt

of a dam that began eroding.

Now the dam was weak with cracking concrete

and the only way to prevent a flood

was to shore up the wall with sticks that fall,

and patch the holes with mud.

The water grew heavy and pressured the levee,

they looked for a dam making weaver, 

then on top of the wall, the biggest of them all,

stood a dam building beaver.

“You came to hunt me, it’s easy to see,”

the beaver as he stood on the shelf.

“It’s not an easy plan,” the beaver said to man,

“as you will soon find out for yourself.”