Long parching, panicky hot days.
Thirst. A lost stray's tweet.
Wee birdie, all he waits for!
Droops, worried on, more!
Gentle lad, prepare, with hands, two
Both poor needs to meet.
Heart, with God's reach, hymn's singer
Thereaft heard fly over!
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