It was high noon, or anyway
The highest you could get,
When Silly Joe and Mighty Moe
Devised a little bet.

"You see", said Joe, "that shiny mirror?
Inside - you see that cake?"
"You oaf!", cried Moe, "That cake's an isle,
That mirror is a lake!"

"Whatever!", Joe said, "Anyway,
The one who gets there first,
Receives the title 'Quite a Guy';
The other one is cursed."

"Agreed and signed.", said Moe, "It's you
Who's gonna get there last!"
He thought "I must do something, and
I'd better do it fast!"

He wet his finger, lifted it,
Made sure there was a breeze,
And then he took an axe and started
Cutting down some trees.

He caught an elephant, and made
His ears into a sail,
And then he put it all together,
Nail by nail by nail.

He pulled his raft into the lake,
And hopped on it with haste.
He thought "I cannot waste my time -
There is no time to waste!"

The wind was strong, and so he quickly
Reached the little isle.
Triumphantly he jumped ashore,
His face - the biggest smile.

But suddenly he froze and fell
With all his heavy weight.
"It's nice of you to come", said Joe,
"It's getting kinda late."

"How did...How did you...", mumbled Moe
Still groveling in the dust.
"How did you get here first", he asked,
"And made me be the last?"

"It's in my nature", shouted Joe
And swam into the sea.
And he was right, 'cause after all,
He was a fish, you see.

"He's 'Quite a Guy' ", admitted Moe,
"I'm sure it's not a lie."
He caught and swallowed silly Joe -
"He's Quite a Tasty Guy!"

-----Epilogue----

When Mighty Moe got home, he felt
(Quite oddly) very ill.
The doctor did a thorough check,
And gave a little pill.

But minutes later, Mighty Moe
Has gone away for good,
'Cause maybe Joe was 'Quite a Guy',
But he was bad as food.

It goes to show - you cannot know
What's worse and what's the worst:
To be a winning food, or to be
Satisfied, but cursed.