To avoid multiple postings, I have found that it is good to be patient, and to check one’s email or start another window to browse in, to kill time.
Well, I found that jar, and I tell you, nothin’ was ever prettier to my eye
And I was tempted strong to drink it, ’cause that pump looked mighty dry!
But the note went on, “Have faith, my friend, there’s water down below.
You’ve got to give before you get—I’m the one who ought to know.”
So I poured in the jar and started pumpin’, and I heard a beautiful sound
Of water bubblin’ ’n’ splashin’ up out of that hole in the ground.
I took off my shoes and I drunk my fill of that cool refreshin’ treat.
I thanked the Lord, and I thanked the pump, and I thanked old Desert Pete.