The bins are full of grain.
The harvest beat the rain.
I have a winters worth of meat.
The, hunting could not be beat.
I have wood stacked in a pile.
I have been sewing furs for a while.
The cabin is warm and dry.
If I keep the fire going, I will not die.
I have everything I sought.
So, why this nagging thought?
Oh, damn, I know what it is I think.
I forgot the water I need to drink....