In lands afar, where sand meets sky,
Israel's ire, swift and sly.
Struck the snake but not its head,
Keen to keep the peace, they tread.
Goats in clover, rabbits hidden,
Danger's toll, grimly bidden.
Foes afield, their union torn,
A new-born era, fraught and worn.
With dog's might and snail's care,
Strikes resound in arid air.
‘Gainst heart and hearth, the fires rise,
A somber dirge under burning skies.
