Deeply seated in the folds,
Of The Father's hands and I so bold,
Look to horizons through the fog,
Of time and can't contain my urge to jog,
To hurtle at adventures soon,
Yet they will come as surely as He made me His.

You've been Eugene'd,
The council convened,
You have been outpreened,
It wasn't my dream,
That they intervened,
This land in between,
Is left bare ungreened,
I hope its regreened,
We'll convene tomorrow.
\- Eugene DeGooseman