Behold, dear friends, a tale of might and awe, Of Vercingetorix, chieftain without flaw.

In Wylie's hands, a tribute he did craft,

A skull of resin, to honor Gauls' past.

Seventy-two hours, the carving did take,

Each detail carved, for history's sake.

Museum quality, heavy and grand,

A warrior's spirit, in resin's stand.

Vercingetorix, leader of the brave,

Against Roman forces, his people he'd save.

In fifty-two BC, he rose to power,

A king proclaimed, in Gaul's darkest hour.

An alliance formed, with tribes united,

Their strength combined, they fiercely fought, unblighted.

Against Caesar's legions, they took a stand,

In Wylie's tribute, their legacy's grand.

So here it stands, this skull so bold,

A symbol of courage, of stories untold.

In Wylie's hands, a tribute he made,

To Vercingetorix, in resin's shade.