The hoary-headed Maestro, the Sage of Alnacore,
lives on top of Sedgwick Mountain, in the wastelands of Gweedore.
I climbed his lofty mountain to hear from his own lips,
the wisdom of the ages, and other useful tips.
When I reached his humble cottage, made of rough-hewn oak and stone,
he welcomed me with open arms and chicken on the bone.
Then he held his silver head aloft and he revealed to me:
‘Squeezy bottles are a godsend to the ketchup devotee.’