‘Twas their time to practice carolling hymns—heralds for the church,

But seasoned succentor was absent from his broadcasting perch.

Soon, it was relayed that he was, indeed, just a little hoarse,

Which, at first, relieved the singers of their worried state of course.

So, they synced sighs of relief that he was tardy albeit fine;

Ticks later, he arrived—a tiny, ready-to-rock equine! ; )