Sixty bottles of water came
and landed at my door
A very kind gift
and someone's bringing more

Not a drop of rain for weeks
The land is getting dry
People whinging everywhere
wondering why oh why

Michael then dropped by
talking about hands
how much they don't know
He said "Their heads are in the sand"

And Maggie gave a print
Of some flowers that she painted
Wildflowers multicoloured
placed into a frame

Had some visitors last night
a friend and her son
bringing another bunch of flowers
now five with the other ones

Keith went to The Old England
a lovely auld-worldy place
and he hid under the table
just in case