Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.

What one approves , another scorns, And thus his nature each discloses: You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses.

A Man consumes the Time you make him Wait In thinking of your Faults-so don't be late!

The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!

Admitting errors clears the score and proves you wiser than before.

So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.

Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.