I shall call it: A walk with the buffalo and a goldfish, a study in modern complexities of life. They will call it: H23

A buffalo and a goldfish took a walk one day,
Contemplating the meaning of life.
They walked a while, without much to say
Other than, of course, the weather, the kids, and the wife.

They came to a beach, and sat, and thought
About all that they had done, and wish that they could.
They talked of plays they had seen, and clothes that were bought,
And finally, this fact was understood....

IT DOESN'T MATTER IN THE END (sing it)
You're just gonna end up as an appetizer somewhere.
IT DOESN'T MATTER IN THE END
Just to be consumed before a pitcher of beer.

For the Buffalo has not wings
And the goldfish does not taste like cheese
But of course these are the things
That we consume whenever we pleaaaaaaaase!

IT DOESN'T MATTER IN THE END (anthem like)
You'll just end up in my belly
IT DOESN'T MATTER IN THE END
And make my breath all smelly....woh woh woh...
(dramatic pause)
It doesn't matter..(whispered)

With that, my career has ended...for now. For one can never make an "out of retirement tour" until one actually retires and lives off ones royalties.

-Hamel

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Sarapin, in the year 248 AF.