Among the hedonistic and carefree,
Much pitied is the poor llykej,
For unless it sups potions weird,
It soon adopts a Van Dyke beard,
No longer with women content to grope,
It fusses with a stethescope,
Asks after stranger's health, and tries,
To bring a glow into their eyes.
It does not trample flower-girls dead,
But gives them vitamins instead,
Warm clothes, and shelters them inside,
And if you scare it, it may hide.