Just posting a poem for the heck of it.... THE QUICK BROWN FOX by Terry Weide The quick brown fox, Jumps over the lazy dogs. He leads them through a Valley of silver pines That shiver in the wind. He skips across fields of Green wheat and creeks of ice. The barks from the pack fade. Slowing, he lets the dogs Close, Then grins back-- Sticking his tongue out. Circling them through Brown grass and stick tights, He comes from behind and Does it again. The quick brown fox Jumps over the lazy dogs.