A scream, as I walk through the woods
My bag full of medicines and other goods
And I bravely went towards the scream on the heavenly lane
For it was a scream not of joy or anger, but filled with pain
I saw a cottage, pretty strange to be in the middle of nowhere, I went there all the same
I knocked, wondering whether I should retreat my steps, for no one came
That's when I heard a pain filled groan from behind the door
I opened the door, for I could wait no more
And you want to know what I saw in there?
A poor, sick lady sobbing in her chair
I touched her head and I knew she had fever
Taking some medicine I made her swallow it, for I could not leave her
And now whenever I pass the cottage, I always stop for tea
Yes, she's fine again, a bit of kindness saved her you see?
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