| Ellery Sneed had one great need |
| To do everything just right, |
| If things were not planned and all done by hand |
| He would ready himself for a fight |
| One afternoon while sitting alone |
| He came to a great realization |
| When it’s his turn to die |
| Will there be enough time for plenty of planned preparation |
| With a few minutes thought his decision was clear |
| A fate most perfectly neat |
| Not a friend could remain to witness his death |
| So a terminal wine he would treat. |
| The plan was to hold a very large feast |
| Serving the wine at the end |
| Joining the fun would be everyone |
| He’d been calling his friend |
| Invitations went out, all guests did arrive, |
| The meal looked a great success, |
| Deciding the time he brought out the wine, |
| Up stood a familiar guest. |
| Here’s a toast to our gracious host |
| Said Ell’s friend Billingford Bluffer |
| Never in my life will I taste but a bite |
| Of a more perfectly planned out supper. |