Sung Jauntily in Jest.
Never let the stirge
turn your song to a dirge
when sky turns black night
with mosquito bird's flight.
dawdling is not the best urge
As Lucan says go
camp's moving too slow
with my call we run
and Ot 's white like the sun.
And Granfather riding in tow.
Then with Kathryn's smite
and Ot's fiery cold light
in the blink of eye
Again, normal the sky
How grateful we were for the sight.
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