The Flood Poem by Sandra Conner

Hurry, Tilly, the water's rising;
We must lead all the horses from the barn.
Hurry, Tilly, the water's rising;
Find the cow and calf so they don't come to harm.

Hurry, Tilly, the water's rising;
Collect all mother's quilts and hand crochet.
Hurry, Tilly, the water's rising;
We don't have much time left in which to get away.

Hurry, Tilly, the water's rising;
Wrap up the photos and the Bible dear.
Hurry, Tilly, the water's rising;
We must not take time right now to shed our tears.

Hurry, Tilly, the water's rising;
This old beloved home may not last long.
Hurry, Tilly, the water's rising;
But we'll still have each other safe, and our love's strong.