Going to and fro with the water
Is tiresome work for a man
If you spill it, you’re bang out of order
Get it wrong and you’ll carry the can

I’m supposed to be balanced and steady
Aloof, calm and not spill a drop
But I have to be willing and ready
To go back where I’ve been with a mop

I’m not one for stereotyping
By star sign or background or creed
And I find myself drying and wiping
So I never get close to light speed 

Plus, there’s a cosmological issue
One that I, for one, cannot fix
I hope that someone has a big tissue
‘Cause stars and water don’t mix