In Wylie's den, where wonders abound, A resin replica, Masonry crowned.
With square and compass, in perfect array, This skull hangs proud, in light of day.
One hundred and eighteen, hours did he spend, Crafting each detail, from beginning to end.
For Lodge or office, it's sure to impress, A Masonic symbol, in resin's caress.
Simple yet striking, it catches the eye,
In Wylie's creation, Masons draw nigh.
A gift for your brothers, or keep for your own, In Wylie's hands, its presence is shown.
