Ode to Sprinkler Head

Ode to Sprinkler Head:

The garden,
Where you've long impersonated a fountain
Defiantly spurting and bubbling like you'd
Completely forgotten your purpose in the
Garden, where you're there to keep the plants
Refreshed and satiated, not submerged nor drowning
Today is the day when you will be reprimanded,
Rehabilitated and returned again to
The garden