And we got some idea of selection and evolution, you know—
Professor Huxley's doing—where does he expect to go!
III.
Well, then came trouble on trouble on trouble—I may say, a peck—
And his cousin was wanted one day on the charge of forging a cheque—
And his puppy died of the mange—my parrot choked on its perch.
This was the consequence, was it, of not going weekly to church?
IV.
So we felt that the best if not only thing that remained to be done
On an earth everlastingly moving about a perpetual sun,