there was, agtSP, a duck named harris fin.

he lived in dub lynn and had no grin.

he spoke both french and greek and yellow sward,

but no friends to talk with in dale or ford.

rama rama hare hare.

but that's not real.

it cannot be.

we are born with friends and foes

and smirks and toes.

everyone has bacteria that indwell our gut.

without them we could not digest our bib and tuck.

KRSNA is our eternal friend.

from our friendship He does not bend.

He is so busy in enjoying at a rapid pace.

it's like an annual derby race.

He needs us back on board against the foe.

we know what to get and where to go!