God save thee,... From the fiends, that plague thee thus!---

"At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.

"It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The helmsman steered us through!

"And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariners' hello!

"In  mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke
white,
Glimmered the white moon-shine."

God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague the thus!---
Why look'st thou so?"---" With my
cross-bow
I shot the Albatross!"

   Samuel Taylor Coleridge

By not giving Spray II to his father my boy has "shot the Albatross."

Without menses-malice