I have only seen five water fountains in Texas.
Goldilocks Papa, Mama and Baby Bear and a friend
could all drink at once.
the little boy could use the smallest fountain, or
big momma could lift him to a taller one, sparing her
back from leaning over too far, he was a hefty one,
like so many Americans,
we stuff our jeans full and have a second helping.
I liked the tableau, though, and enjoyed watching
the clientele survey the possibilities,
a sweet choice we can make, there are so few.