Eckholt! Eckholt!
Its not your fault
You were sent to meet God
By a gasteropod
You fought quite quite stunningly
Oh Brave Eckholt Cunningly!
How it raises my hackles
To think it bit off your tackle
That's not in the rules, of man/slug duels
So please think upon it
If you see a slug, stick one on it
And think of Poor Eckholt
Whose only fault
was to fight a big slug one time
who's sporting ethics were slime
Mind you - he must have been crackers
To let a slug near his knackers.