Jagun was virtuous like Joseph
The master entrusted everything except himself
He left and his return was never brief
Back to meet Mrs again
The helmsman stunned about a gross grain
His last time he was quite certain
Jagun was quizzed for the smutty seed
He feigned ignorance of the devious deed
Innocence can be proved with any need
On six mountains he had maintained his word
But on the seventh he beheld some scary mud
No man ever outstripped the mountain god
Jagun fell at the helmsman’s feet
He had suffered an ignominious defeat
And he prayed mercy he would meet
The master angered by the treason
He could not bear the poison
His impatient machete ended the season
But the god would always teach mortals a lesson
The boss man was chastened with Parkinson
That ended his season