Blessed be the men who true friends have god bequeath,
For if he searches there’d be hope, trust & love ‘neath.
Brethrens & sisterhoods of coveted alliance confide,
For ‘tis through our bond of strength we abide.
I pay homage to nothing that walks the land,
Nor by any mortal my actions are inclined,
‘Cept by those whose hearts’re in my hands,
& those whose hands hold a piece of mine.
Now this ain’t exactly a farewell,
& kindly accept my thanks as well,
You all have been much too kind,
To man that hasn’t much of a mind.