Give me a Windmill out of Africa ©

My child walks ten miles a day
just to take a drink of putrid water.
As he's drinking he begins to sob.
It makes him so sick he's living
and dying all at once

Hey Jamaica Mon! this is Gumby mon!
One more cup of poison and then
the long journey home.
Build me a well spring of
living waters so my little boy
can live. Give me no hydraulics Mon'
give me a windmill like the artesian
waters of New Zealand.
So my little boy can live!