This was originally posted on blogger. There once was a young Homentcovschi,Whose legs were quite long and lanky.He sure loved the snowAnd skied like a proBut off-season Stefan became cranky.At the old age of twenty,Stefan’s joints ached aplentySo he looked hard at wormsTo age on his termsAnd lysosomal secrets were found to his gleeSome days Stefan plays bio-engineerOther times he is a fine mountaineer!A cooker of chilleHe’s really quite silly,He’ll rick-roll you on trumpet for yearsOn this fine day we’ll celebrateHe who’s my friend and roommateIn summery JulyThirty upon nigh**We honor this Homentcovschi’s birth-date.