Suddenly Wilwa had a great sourge of courage. She got up on her chair and cleared her throat, and recited, byfar, the worst poem that was recited that night.
O Wight, O Wight
O where could he be?
For he is someone I do not see.
Is he near?
Is he far?
Is he at a bar?
O Wight, O Wight
O where could he be?