David, David, how I slavid,
Words that rhyme for you I cravid,
Scorn and ridicule I bravid,
Ranted on and roared and ravid,
But I failed--I feel depravid.
Let my tombstone be engravid,
Let it say I misbehavid,
That the banner white I wavid,
Honour cannot now be savid...
Oh, and happy birthday, David.