“Oh Chief! I challenge Paul to a canoe tilting contest,” called Billy.
“I propose that we defer that contest for the present and watch any game or match that needs to take place in the circle. We will go down to Treasure Cove later for the water sports,” advised Fred.
Then Uncle Bill jumped up and raised his hand in salute. “Oh Chief! I challenge any one present to recite original poetry written for this or a similar occasion which has not yet been heard by others.”
“I accept that challenge, Oh Chief,” laughed Elizabeth, sending a knowing glance at her Aunt Miriam.
Thereupon, Uncle Bill drew forth a paper and cleared his throat. Having made obeisance to the Chief and then to the guests, he read:
Mpret.
On Albania’s throne
When the war clouds met
Shivering alone
Sat little Mpret.