There once was a xvart named ‘Bart,’
who set off to learn a new art.
With his heart full of hope
and his eyes hot with zeal,
he went to the blacksmith
to try and forge steel.

He knew not the language
but caught on right quick,
he picked up a hammer
and gave it a flick.
Through clouds of sparks
his talents did grow,
the forge hot as Hades,
the blade crisp as snow.

If my predictions
thus far remain true,
the xvarts shall come join us
and paint the town blue.
We’ll walk with our neighbors
so small and so smart,
and owe our new friendship
to one man called ‘Bart.’

© Katherine Steffeter