So that's the Kudu-Horn used on your Prize: The Kind which no Mundial will ever blow To pity their Ears; And Focus revise But Senior Petrol in Love filled her Glow: In turn flashed her Grin as a Cool Relief, Humbled her Lady and recalled you Friend Indeed, the Word so long etched in Belief Was the Same Sharp Sound which caused Fans to spend And did this Spike ever taught you to Boast Though Genious the Temple Beggar reminds: That Good Deeds Un-Posted are Noble Toast But Kisses under the Fender are Fine. I guess what's left to do this Summer's End Is Toot that Horn; And Flames burn Flames again.