Prime My Pump

I am bone dry
On the surface,
But deep below
There is a well
Of tasty water.
It will gush forth
If you'll prime
My electric pump:
Stroke the walnut
Knobs beneath the handle;
Prime it with gentle strokes;
Then faster strokes, faster;
In moments the spring-well
Releases its white honey;
An oasis blooms in a dry land;
Together we drink freely.