The original Monad, our great-great-grandsire,
To little or nothing at first did aspire;
But at last to have offspring it took a desire,
Which nobody can deny.
This Monad becoming a father or mother,
By budding, or bursting produced such another;
And shortly there followed a sister or brother,
Which nobody can deny.
Excrescences fast were now trying to shoot;
Some put out a finger, some put out a foot,