Here lies poor Rab;
Dogs they may howl, and cats they will purr
And both these creatures are covered in fur.
But fur is not armour, it could not save me
After i incurred the wrath of the Dee.
With a grin and a swagger, i told her 'Who Cares?'
And she dragged me away, and kept me under her stairs.
And there in the corner, chained to the wall
She kept me a captive, just for having the gall.
To question her rulings, and ignore all her power
When really we should all take notice and cower.
So remember this reader, don't try to be brave
Unless, like me, you yearn a shallow grave.
But then again, DILLIGAF eh Rab?
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