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.