Shall I ask why it is that the sagest of mammals
Is toothed with such splendour, for woo or for weal,
As compared with giraffes or hyenas or camels
Or wombats? Why man, when he falls to a meal,
Can suffer no tusk-ache
From marmalade plus cake
To rival the infinite sorrows that Hathis may feel?
These things I might prate of and should do with pleasure
Except that they're far from the point of my song,
Which is aimed at a dental adornment, a treasure