EPITAPH

Here lies Ooo-Rah, misbegotten child of Wild and Foolish Frenzy, conceived in playfulness, nourished in jest, and brought forth still-born before an expectant world. Bred to thunder forth the fame of wounded heroes stricken on the field of glory, poor Ooo-Rah never wheezed a note. No single "Ooo" nor yet a "Rah" did Ooo-Rah bellow out in signal of a lusty birth. One long protracted hush proclaimed before an anxious multitude that Ooo-Rah's birth was also Ooo-Rah's death. So let him lie and rest in everlasting peace. And may this simple tribute long endure, a monument eternal to our sad abortion, little Ooo-Rah.