Mayday, mayday, the call goes out,
The water’s rising, there’s no doubt,
Our ship is sinking, we’re in distress,
We need help, we must confess.
The waves are crashing all around,
Our boat is being tossed and bound,
We’re struggling hard to stay afloat,
As the water fills our little boat.
Mayday, mayday, we shout once more,
As we pray for help to reach our shore,
Our hearts are heavy, our souls afraid,
As we wonder if we’ll make the grade.
We hold on tight and wait for aid,
Hoping someone hears our plea relayed,
The water’s rising, our time is short,
Our fate is hanging in the report.
Mayday, mayday, the rescue’s near,
Our hearts are lifted, there’s no more fear,
Our boat is saved, we’re all alive,
Thanks to those who heard our cries.

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