Of whom I’ve just made mention—
And so, to prevent the smallest mystery,
Or the thread of my story from getting a twist awry,
To his death, which took place ere the date of my history,
I must call my readers’ attention.
Blutwurst and Rupert were two pretty men
As ever were sketched by pencil or pen—
Together they’d hunt, shoot, fish, frolic, and gamble,
In short, to dispense with a longer preamble,
They so loved each other,