<?xml version="1.0"?>
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xml:lang="en">
	<id>http://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?action=history&amp;feed=atom&amp;title=Lament_for_Cuthbert%2C_a_Deserving_Fowl</id>
	<title>Lament for Cuthbert, a Deserving Fowl - Revision history</title>
	<link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?action=history&amp;feed=atom&amp;title=Lament_for_Cuthbert%2C_a_Deserving_Fowl"/>
	<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Lament_for_Cuthbert,_a_Deserving_Fowl&amp;action=history"/>
	<updated>2026-05-11T21:45:40Z</updated>
	<subtitle>Revision history for this page on the wiki</subtitle>
	<generator>MediaWiki 1.40.0</generator>
	<entry>
		<id>http://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Lament_for_Cuthbert,_a_Deserving_Fowl&amp;diff=23853&amp;oldid=prev</id>
		<title>SplankNon at 00:13, 4 December 2006</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wiki.avlis.org/w/index.php?title=Lament_for_Cuthbert,_a_Deserving_Fowl&amp;diff=23853&amp;oldid=prev"/>
		<updated>2006-12-04T00:13:09Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;[[Category:Songs|Lament for Cuthbert, a Deserving Fowl]]&lt;br /&gt;
''The fourth page: smeared with smelly green, and the writing blurred by salty tears. The hand is clearly shaken. ''&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All great philosophers of the ages beg&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To know: which came first? Chicken or egg?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But whatever the answer to this exciting debate,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Its greatest descendant is now very late.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cuthbert, O Cuthbert, how lost am I,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Without your squawks, your gleaming eye,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your tubular neck, your feathered wing,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, what sadness your end does bring.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How noble in life, were you as a cock,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What joy did you cause, with the sound of your &amp;quot;bock&amp;quot;?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The world is dark, dull in the extreme,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Without you around, to make it a dream.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And yet with what strength were you ready to fight,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To face down your foe, to do what is right?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To save your poor master, with a squawk and a peck,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To let him escape, while a trog wrung your neck.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But vengeance was ours! Death came to that trog,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A watery grave, there in the bog.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
O Cuthbert, O Martyr, you died not in vain.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What Avlis has lost, Hades shall gain.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From [[The Collected Writings of Izrick]].&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>SplankNon</name></author>
	</entry>
</feed>