Let me tell you about a boy
Who developed a brilliant ploy

To bend the mind
And befuddle the soul

So he would not be alone
Sinking sinking, as a stone

Thrown from his own hand
Yet never to reach dry land

For he was not good enough
Never could he be so tough

As he was natures friend
To the very bitterest end

But his nature betrayed him then
While he sought to send

Letters long with words so strong
That none could lift them save through song