There once was a rumble who grumbled:
“What kind of a rumble am I?
Am I rumble-of-oncoming-subway?
Or rumble-of-thunder-in-sky?
Am I rumble-of-man’s-empty-tummy?
Or rumble-of-wheels-on-a-tram?
Perhaps I’m just rumble-of-grumble
Since I’m grumbling, I guess that I am.”
