JELOM:    When I was but a little lad, I proved so well observant,
	  My parents sought to send me off, to be a mage's servant.
	  There was a mage of great renown, who'd done them favors plenty,
	  So I was sent to work for him 'till I was one and twenty.
	  The mage, though wise, was growing old, his hearing rather
	  	  last rate -
          And so it seemed he heard me wrong when I said he could cast
	          straight. 
	  He seemed surprised, but took me in, and after but a fast wait,
	  The knife came out, and with a shout, I found myself a castrate!
	  The accident, it was well meant, though soon my clothes fit tighter,
	  I learned to serve with excess verve, and even as a fighter. 
	  So now I've learned - and tossed and turned - to make myself
	  	  a master,
	  Of scarves and wraps, and bags with flaps, for foes to cause
	  	  disaster. 
	  A life not bad, for a stalwart lad, the Goddess thus did send me,
	  As not-a-man, I need not plan for women to defend me. 
	  And so I came to a sort of fame, as a quintessential servant,
	  To set a place with the utmost grace, there is no one more fervent;
	  Or to twist and wrap, in my clothing's trap, and move at
	  	  such a fast rate,
	  Which I'd not have learned, had I not been turned, an
	  	  accidental castrate!