Now when we’ve made our batch of moons,
Philosophers, unless they’re loons,
Will, though we’re such a surly gnostic,
Name one of them “Great Doctor Caustic!”
These, among many, are but few
Of mighty things that I could do;
All which I’ll state, if ’tis your pleasure,
Much more at large when more at leisure.
Now, it appears, from what I state here,
My plans for mending human nature