Some respect for our intelligence was shown;
And it’s hard for us to cotton
To the fact that you’ve forgotten
More than we have ever known!
O my Children, do you hear your elders snoring,
When the “chassis” of your motors you discuss?
Do you wonder that your “shop” is rather boring
To such simple souls as us?[1]
Do you marvel that your dreary conversation
Should evoke the yawns that “lie too deep for tears,”