Whittle Angel Poem by Dante' Camerlengo

A long time ago, in a poor little village,
Lived a young man who excelled at his trade.
Most people worked in husbandry or just pillaged,
But he worked with wood, and loved what he made.

There wasn’t much need, though, for interior trim,
So he either wandered or just whittled.
He loved talking to people and they enjoyed him,
But some envied him more than a little.

Especially his coworkers, they were just rude.
They’d say things like “He’s all talk and no show”.
Or, “Anybody could cope a joint like that dude,
If their father had bought ‘em a halo.