We got along to bergschrunds and Erosion and seracs, And that kind of queer explosion when A nervous serac cracks.
We figured out how long ’twould take (We all submitted plans) To parcel-post a glacier’s ice By shipping it in cans.
We talked of starry nebulæ, Auroras, comets’ tails, Toads found alive in sandstone rock And ice-imprisoned whales;
Suspended animation and The tribe of Dinosaurs, (Just here the man from Tennessee Passed ’round some good cigars);
We stated and we countered in A wordy-wise delirium About the reptile Dinosaur And mammal Dinotherium.
In short we talked of everything That people talk about When sparring for a last word more To help the conflab out.
We sprawled a bit, we yawned and stretched, We lumberingly arose And brought a most loquacious night Abruptly to a close.
A dozen moments afterwards, A dozen drowsy heads Had hit a dozen pillows on A dozen downy beds.
For prostrate with their hikings were A dozen pair of shanks As they slept the sleep of Vikings ’neath The wood-rat riddled planks.
The old Inn shook and trembled with A rat-a-tat-a-tat, As all the blustering four winds blew Like Great Jehoshaphat—