O upright palm in the morning sun,
Are ye awareth of thy impending fate?
The song of the chain
Thy praises singeth not.
And so it came to pass that Steve, son of Gary, born of Judith
Prepared for his task, and
Prayed for guidance and sureness of hand.
and the dead palm shall suffer the little winds to come unto it
That whosoever is required to tidy the palm
Shall henceforth find each section of the appropriate size
For ease of carrying.
And who supplied most readily the invoice
Whose mighty stump-grinder did erase most evidence of the palm
And who predicted the appearance of his invoice
In the fullness of time.