' Oh! The queen of treeless land!
There he comes!
Your handsome Groom,
You Winsome Lady
Wink at Him
With your right side eye
But Oh! Pity that
Poor prince
He tripped, at
That crack of land
Dumbstruck, By your gaze
We have no water,
To level the sand…
But cartons of paper
We'll give you to eat,
With bales of hay
Not rice or wheat!
As you wed,
For rains we'll pray!
There are many others,
For You - they'll bray
Dear Donkey Queen
Go to Honey - moon!
Soon come back with,
Sky full of Rain Clouds…
All trees we made!
Into paper invitations…
And you
Show us mercy
With the Gift Of Rain! '
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