Disploded dreadfully, dear me!

Like Darwin’s moon from southern sea.

How will the universe admire,

When my vast bickering globes of fire,

In grand Darwinian style shall rise,

Like flying mountains through the skies.

Though said sublime explosions must

Destroy good Doctor Burnet’s crust,[41]

By Parker’s cement we’ll endeavor[42]

To make his shell as good as ever.