So I've heard. Knew a man once, kept a pet grackle. Heaven only knows how he managed.
Thank you kindly for the offer, though I'm quite sure I'll be able to dig it up.
Likewise a pleasure, Mr. Smith. And pleasantries aside, I would assume you're not doing as fine as you say. A poem such as the one you posted doesn't befit a man whose mental state is definitively termed 'fine'. Though I certainly hope for your sake that it soon dissipates, whatever it is that troubles you. An acquaintance of mine has told me I brood enough for the entire world, which I'd assume also includes you, Sir.