Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.

Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.

No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass.

Scheme not to make what's Another's your own; Be not a Dog for the sake of a Bone.

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

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

I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals