(Words written by Grandfather Lloyd Richards, 1929)  There was a friend upon whom once Nature played her joke  She gave him width instead of height  and hands too large for chivalry  A strength of body quite too great  to satisfy a soul that craved aesthetic light  She must have smiled when in that frame  Was placed a heart so delicate  For it would vibrate melody  Until her artifice produced wild rhapsody  With eyes that sought insatiably  The harmonies of life he found  But discord and a dark despair  And so the jest so well conceived turned tragedy  The spirit tired and sought release