Ode to a Rambling Man
Oh the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the Rambling man rolls on. He crusades on mass for cheaper gas the market he’s upon. He’s a man of grit by a gravel pit, his energy abounds and if you’re nice, take my advice he’ll buy a couple of rounds.
Further to your article, I forgive you on behalf of Mr. Morton, whoever he is? Until the next Times issue, when I should be fully recovered from my head injury, I congratulate you for spelling the name of B.C.’s next premier correctly.