Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story

Of the overworked youth of water exercise.

Who commute through the enemy lands

From Atascadero to Paso,

Just to acquire the hole of water for practices.

Tell the story, through me, of the clanky tin transporter

Riding down the weary road.

Of time-consuming nights

When stars twinkle above,

While water clouds the weary team’s vision.

Sing of well understanding leaders,

As they help the team.

Giving covidence avast the sea of doubt.

These proud leaders, lose hours of the day.

Exclaiming to the team,

Ensuring them a sweet, sweet victory.

Sing to me, of these strong-hearted people,

Braving the commitment and challenges,

The learning place thrust upon them, willingly.