“……and Jitters did WHAT for the abused girl we found?”
So friends in circling love laved herbs and oils on battered child.
So critters in crooning bowing eased twinight’s falling shades.
So all questers ne’er doubted the Light would wait e’er so mild.
So blessings and healings and hummings covered all in glades.
“What, what? Hark, hark! Bark, bark! So snark a jumper enters here,”
cried all friends at once as new dancer, new prancer, Mr. Jitters did come.
“Me, Mr. Jitters, me flips and trips all ’bout ye healin’,come to wipe tear
of bashin’ from this dear girlie eye wid me dancin’ and me totin’ like a bum.”
So Mr. Jitters did swing, so sweet, dear girl to broad shoulder of mercy.
So all friends did gasp and swoon and fall to praying knee at such a jest,
Yet jest bearing light of fresh-born hope to face born by such nursey,
Such new hope face alight in swinging by Jitters,all bouncing blessed.