Out walked the monocled being,
And, oh, how out he was.
Scouring the desert in search of rice,
Yet all he found was none.
He quat the search to fly again;
Fly, and fly, AND FLY,
Until one day he wisped away,
And then things really shun.
They growed and streamed and all went green,
So we all united and tolerated,
And that is how it was won.