Hookbill, was amused by this little poem and decided to add another small one of his own.
But alas! With old Davem gone,
Where shall our drink come from?
For all our songs, who here can boast
We all still await, our esteemed host!
So, with Davem, let us not start a fight
Instead, let us await The Barow Wight!
Hookbill bowed to the small group of Wights who had heard his poem.