Alpheus and Arethusa

A Nymph there was in Arcadie   Who owned a crystal spring; And there she ’d wash, sans mackintosh,   B’gosh, or anything. A youth there was in Arcadie   Who hunted o’er the brooks; He would not tote an overcoat,   But travelled on his looks. Though ancient Greece had no police,   The gods did as they ’d oughter; To put them quite from mortal sight   They turned them into water!