In yonder hall where flavor lacks,
And noble men their parkings attack,
Goats graze 'pon food, bland and meek,
In favored spot of the elite.
Beneath shadow's rare eclipse,
In Garden Inn, rest nightingales' lips,
For Texarkana's lofty night,
Rabbits pay a fee of fright.
A snail on a journey slow and dear,
Loses gold each passing year,
Yet within this crawling pace,
A dog finds coin in hiding space.
