Dearest Bumble, lover of life,

The people you run into when you don't have a knife,

Insulting me eh? A guy who is humble?

My egos deflated and my braincells have crumbled,

But I still love ya: Lover of Life,

If you learn to keep quiet, you'll make Omacron a good wife.

Kidding of course. You quiet! HAH!

Written by my hand on the 20th of Mournsend, in the year 971.