| Ellery Sneed had one great need | |
| To do everything just right, | |
| If things were not planned and all done by hand | |
| He would ready himself for a fight | |
| One afternoon while sitting alone | |
| He came to a great realization | |
| When it's his turn to die | |
| Will there be enough time for plenty of planned preparation | |
| With a few minutes thought his decision was clear | |
| A fate most perfectly neat | |
| Not a friend could remain to witness his death | |
| So a terminal wine he would treat. | |
| The plan was to hold a very large feast | |
| Serving the wine at the end | |
| Joining the fun would be everyone | |
| He'd been calling his friend | |
| Invitations went out, all guests did arrive, | |
| The meal looked a great success, | |
| Deciding the time he brought out the wine, | |
| Up stood a familiar guest. | |
| Here's a toast to our gracious host | |
| Said Ell's friend | |
| Billingford | |
| Bluffer Never in my life will | |
| I taste but a bite | |
| Of a more perfectly planned out supper. |