Alas, alas for little Hawk
Who got embroiled in normal talk
And missed the many great events
Transpiring out by MOAB's tents.
The roaring laughter, and the crowd
Of people interesting and loud
The mesh of magic, wit and tongue
That keep the MOAB always young
And even on her dullest days
Inspire global words of praise.
So let us mourn a jot and tiddle
For dear neglectful pal, Hawk (Little)
Who oft at joining us did balk
And so remained a little Hawk.

Sassafras Poltroon III, Songs to Ketchup Bye
Winsome and Wayes, Boston, 2000. The Murrican Chapbook Series