Two little wells on two round hills, and two pretty gardens about I've seen all the world gone down those wells But only dewy little drops come out

The opposite of what you mean to convey, Some say I'm like rain on your wedding day. Contrary to what you maybe had in mind, Truth is: I'm kind of hard to define.

Beginning with a fountain black that’s made to fit in hand And ending with repeated phrase, by followers or fans But really I’m a tendency, habitual I am

On the most common of animal companions, I find myself in five places. I can indicate a tight race, or guide you through different spaces. I can come in columns and rows, Assist a sail as the wind blows, or detect for the hunter the prey it chases.

If you were to do me, you’d fill something up or fill it with holes. If you were to see me, you’d do what you’re doing right now.