Always we felt we were good as the rest,
Now from the mouth of K. Pearson, Professor,
Hear we the truth that the younger are best.
Vanished the halo that shone round the first-born
Now that Eugenics proclaim him the worst born.
Praise, Younger Sons, our great Karl, who, new seas
Voyaging, found, like the old Portuguese,
Capes of Good Hope—our Bartholomew Diaz.
Shout till the whole world hears clearly expressed
Our very sensible bias.