Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc'd by fate,
     And haughty Tjames's unrelenting hate,
     Expell'd and exil'd, left the Pigdog shore.
     Long labors, both by code and parts, he bore,
     And in the doubtful war, before he won
     The Monkey realm, and built the destin'd town;
     His banish'd mail restor'd to rites divine,
     And settled sure succession in his line,
     From whence the race of Evil Robots come,
     And the long glories of majestic GAR.
		--Book I, the CrackMonkead