False star in intermittent red,
Lays up in friendship with the black,
Closer than the ancient flames,
Distant from a notion of true sight,
The chameleon unveils its eye,
To gaze upon the sleepy hills bellow,
Lazy fits itself upon the canvas of its seat,
A false star veiled in light come red.

Old Shakespeare once told me,
He saw a man to the chaps unseamed,
Wait no - He was simply just privy,
To the musings of his quill and ge-
-nius a depth of meaning forcibly,
Made known in plays that march like poems.
Oh, I forgot to tell you that it's me,
You probably guessed it:
You've been Eugene'd,
About that incident yestereve,
I took a supernovella in my arms,
Wiped my brow and steeled my calm,
I ran into the depths of mind to watch,
The flash of definition in the pan,
A light of symbol in the dark,
I watched it delve into the lines of space,
Unseam it's deepest meaning to the chaps,
How did I return to tell the tale?
Do I not look like Mr E. DeGooseman to you?
\- Eugene DeGooseman

Well established,
Thank you that you cast our roots down deep,
Watered our soil,
And sowed us into the arms of mighty brothers and sisters,
You're so good to us,
And we're rich in friends,
Thank you that you have trained our branches in service of this family,
Praise your holy name,
Father of my many brothers and sisters,
Upholder of these gracious days,
And former of bonds that warm my hearth aflame.