There was a young Grook from Hashan,
Who was rather handsome and dashin',
But he was no poet,
So one day he wro-et,
A poem that was stupid and rash-an.

So off went this Grook in a flash,
To try to take back all the trash,
That this poem had spread,
To everyone's head,
And himself he did hurridely smash.

To conclude I would just like to say,
In the most trite and respectable way,
I'm always befuddled,
And really quite muddled,
So always ignore what I say.

Vorn Lorenis, Fantastic Frog.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Mayan, in the year 311 AF.