And now our ranks are groan by one,
Though it may be he tells the truth
And does not generate the pun --
We'll see how he bides, in a booth.

And for discriminating taste,
Ingredients he can separate;
Gods Blessings will not go to waste,
Though others may prefer they mate.

Welcome one of Ireland's own;
An ancient name he bears.
Give ear and comfort, hear him out,
And help him with his cares.

-- Cortland KA5S February 26, 2002