Rude Death Doggerel (Elegy)
And the stealthy bobcat,
of our little duckling
he did break it's back
and was to eat it,
but outcry was heard
by dear Melina
and he had to beat it.
The little duckling
now limp and still
the bottom of a hole will fill
to grow a tree
(planted by the dear Melina).
A tree to grow
bright and strong
in memory, loving and sweet
of our little duckling,
loving and sweet,
that the bobcat did kill.
