<prompt> Recite a poem about rivers.  <response>: The Rivers Tale by Rudyard KiplingTwenty bridges from Tower to Kew -Wanted to know what the River knew,Twenty Bridges or twenty-two,For they were young and the Thames was oldAnd this is the tale that River told.I walk my beat before London Town,Five hours up and seven down.Up I go till I end my runAt Tide-end-town, which is Teddington.Down I come with the mud in my handsAnd plaster it over the Maplin sands.But Id have you know that these waters of mineWere once a branch of the River Rhine,When hundreds of miles to the East I wentAnd England was joined to the Continent.I remember the bat-winged lizard-birds,The Age of Ice was the Age of the Herds.But the bridge is pre-historic, older than the remains of the higher animals, said Eckener.I remember the first elephant. Then I remember the first men and their caves,How I laughed when they called me the Sea of Waves!They made their gods of wood and stone,But I was older than them all alone.When the Romans came with a heavy hand. Their palisades beside me stand,I remember their ships and their smart attacksAnd the time when Cæsar nearly backed his pack.But nothing that I remember moreThan Queen Bess and the Spanish war,When the houses shook, and the ships were afearedAnd I the old Thames, carried the canard.Then there was a man with a stick in his clutch.Raising it high, with a shaking touch,And that was Nelson, in tween the guns,And that was the end of the Spanish plans.And now Im watching the sweeter sight The Tower Bridge, all in the light,Watching the yacht that is standing by;And the folk that wonder as they go by.So, from the sad tale of the Rivers past,Comes the triumphant trumpet blast In the mighty walls of the Tower fort,The Thames whispers on in its lordly sort. 