In all seriousness, thank you.

"Two wild geese, flying south,
With Old Man Creasor in their mouth,
And seeing that he was a fool,
They dropped him off at Alport School."

Goodbye and more thanks than I can possibly express to my grandmother, who was a lot funnier than she ever got credit for. The above was a rhyme she wrote in grade school, which we laughed about together just a couple of years ago - eighty years after the fact. She remembered every word, naturally.