Strange Sos

Once, in a certain ship that sailed Storage of drinking water failed Tossed on the salty sea so deep Perplexed, the captain did never sleep Filled with fear, he sent SOS message To nearby ships expecting salvage “Lower your buckets where you are” ‘The good word’ came from afar Although the SOS sounded strange He ordered, ‘collect water in this range’ The water so collected tasted good Hearts abroad, rejoiced over that news so good The sailor knew that a brook there did flow With good waters to make the weary glow The anxiety disappeared like mist That’s touched by the sun’s fist Extinguished faces lit up Those in low spirits were lifted up Today, examine do you like that sailor somewhere Have a good word for someone you care?