-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.23 Feb 2004

In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay tinted;
Brown was in the very sod
O'er which the saint had grunted.
Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
Though your bow'l's compressing,
Ye who now step in ordure
Shall soon as well be me-e-ssing!!!!111!1

(Good King Brownceslas, trad.)