Po Hymn?

I was replying to a comment from the lovely Rosie on myspace about our recent freak meeting at Bangface in London and I noticed a little poem I had written on her page. I reproduce it here for everyone to appreciate:

A rolling stone gathers no moss,
Jim Crow don't ride no hoss,
But in the depths of the old woodland,
The Froggies croak is rather hoarse.

That is ALL.