GIVEN a roof, and a taste for rations,
And you have the key to the “wealth of nations.”
Given a boy, a tree, and a hatchet,
And virtue strives in vain to match it.
Given a pair, a snake, and an apple,
You make the whole world need a chapel.
Given “no cards,” broad views, and a hovel,
You have a realistic novel.
Given symptoms and doctors with potion and pill,