Hello sump pump my old friend

I’ve come to work on you again

Because the water’s softly seeping

Around my ankles it is creeping.

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Of a working sump pump

In the basement I work alone

Among the damp cobblestones

Neath the halo of a single lamp

I turn my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of an arching light

That split the night

I blew a fuse on the sump pump

In the flashing light I saw

Ten thousand gallons maybe more

People givin me their advice

People stayin up in the light

People telling me I’ll probably need a boat

Or build a moat..

Oh for the sounds of the sump pump

"People" I said "you do not know

How to help me stop the flow"

Hear my words that I may teach you.

Oh I wish that I might reach you

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed well

There was no sound from the sump pump

I will try just one more time

To fix this problem of mine

And the pump flashed out it’s warning

As a new idea was forming

A sump pump was waiting at the hardware store

Out on the floor

Just buy a new sump pump

Oh the joy that formed in me

As I got up from my knees

No more fixing this old thing

No more mixing water and electricity

No mold growing fast upon the basement walls

No slippery falls

Once more the sounds of a sump pump