Hell, Gnu, it ain't mine at all, but an ole poem by someone else entitled The Wild Rapparee. But you knew that.

As to the suffering of our wily friend, I can only echo the words of the Great Horned Owl that rules all our fates:

"Be-e-e-e-e n-o-o-o-o-o-t foo-oo-oo-oo-led!

But plagiarist or no, that Rapparree is a wild and wonderful pen-meister as well as a Booqueman.