The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!
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.
No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass.
God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.
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.