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.
