When I was a boy I used to wait
On Master's table and pass the plate,
Hand round the bottle when he got dry,
And brush away the blue-tailed fly
A song that we all probably learned in grade school, though not this verse. Many thanks to my old friend Mike Cooney whom I haven't seen in 30 years sadly. Its included on his Folk Legacy album if that's any help.
"Said the sheldrake to the crane,
When do you think we'll have some rain,
The creek's so muddy, the holes gone dry,
If it wasn't for the tadpoles we'd all die."
then the oh so familiar chorus.