I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals
Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.
Active minds that think and study, like swift brooks are seldom muddy.
Until the Donkey tried to clear The Fence, he thought himself a Deer.
Amoebas at the start Were not complex; They tore themselves apart And started Sex.
Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.