Here are the lyrics to this quadruple acrostic: Participation ends the stress/Omits the odious unrest/Obliges one too sweet to sour/Destiny's dust to hold the shroud/Let's elevate & love a whale/Endemic to those furling sail I did this just shy of a year ago, and the words didn't make sense today till I realized lines three and four were one subthought, and "too sweet to sour Destiny's dust" was the crucial phrase. Also the acrostic is a distant cousin to "My Favorite Things" by Rodgers & Hammerstein.