Once there was a man

Of high acclaim,

J.R. DeSpain

He called his name.

I asked of what in life he did.

As a tear ran rushed down his face

He would kid,

And what concern should it be to you?

To me he spoke, as his face grew blue.

It was only a gesture,

Such as "how do you do".

For Sir, I have no concern for you.

Sarah Lee McGehee