Bloodglade's been seen in the nude,
The ladies, they titter, How Rude!
He shivers and quakes, From cold how he shakes!
He's well-hung for such an old dude!

Can anyone find Bloodglade's clothes?
Icicles drip from his nose!
Won't someone take pity? He's lost in the city!
Poor fellow, he's scarred I suppose.

Glade's found a way to earn gold,
Poses in art shops, I'm told!
For exhorbitant fees, you can go sketch his knees
Tis a curious sight to behold!