‘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! ; )
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