A thronga veritable throng
and quite right too
and out he strode
so strodefully no man could keep up
and so we pursued him
him whose day it was
up to Sourton
where he basked
yes, veritably basked
in the evening sunset
and on, on and on
into the twilight, then gloom, then dark
we stumbled on
and on to the F&H where a feast had been prepared
to celebrate
quite rightly
his day.