How can he not!

Dreamt a day dream
After a wholesome night sleep
Why the tickling tongue
Never tires of its protrusion
Either outside or the gulp down below
The vernacular of the common native
Turns a dialect for the few

Such an outpouring seems sweet
And not a potion sour for the soul
Numerous came treading the path
Peace and divinity along
Head down the sight attracted the blaze
The blood next to water
The snatching next to neighbour
The saint next to robber
The poverty next to rich
Such was not the day
The call looked forward to

How can he not!
He can and he will!!