There once was a boy named Turpin
who didn't know whether he was out or in
So he rode on his horse,
a charger of course
and took on his chances in school.
He puts on a helmet,
and throws a long spear,
tackling those weights without any fear.
Russell's his name,
and lifting's his game.
From Kentridge to somewhere.
He does it with short hair,
off to play at college someday!
"Turpy-Poo" By LeRoi Edwards
