"What's ya doin' up there on that wall,
Mr. Dumpty?"

"Oh, just waiting to fall."

"Waiting to fall?"

"Yeah. I figure it's inevitable."

"I think you're just being overly
pessimistic, Mr. Dumpty."

"Oh really? Let's look at the facts here.
I'm a big fat egg with tiny skinny arms
and legs sitting on a high wall. What do
you think is gonna happen the next time
a good stiff wind blows?"

"Well, I'll miss you."

"Thanks. I appreciate that."

But his brewery lives on.