His feet clapped the wooden plank down towards me.  “What be your name, boy?”  Frantically I thought.  “I don’t know.”  I don’t know!  Why had I said that, of all things?

“What on Sila’s earth means that?” he asked.

Two knives who lay in a kitchenware drawer
Were, at one time, the very best friends
But as has been seen before
Friendship sometimes ends.

Neither were very sharp, you see
Nor either very bright
So dull as they were, they could only agree
On an honorable duel that night.

So while dog and canary were both asleep
They crept from the silverware
The fork set rules for them to keep
And suggested that they play fare.