XV
The good farmers gave us a ticker-tape parade.
they heaped us with ivory, gold and silk brocade.
They said they would grant us our most fantastic wish –
So we asked them for five hundred kettles of fish.
We were wined, we were dined, we slept in king-size beds,
Till we heard a strange creaking just over our heads…
KA-RASH!
But let the roof beams
tell their own story.
