There’s been strange things done, as this yarn is spun

By the men who moil for Star.

Those Boardroom nails have their secret tails

Of treachery, scheme and scar.

Both of glee and welt; but of all that’s felt,

The most bleak we ever did feel,

Was the Meeting morn, RE: Fort a la Corne,

When we tried to cremate Ken MacNeill.