And watched your female laying eggs.
Columbus passed you—with an oozy thud
You scrambled sunward on your legs.
So now you doze at ease for all to view
And bat a sleepy lid at me,
You eat a little every year or two
And count time in eternity.
So, brother, which is wiser of us twain
When words are said and meals are past?
I think, and pass—you sleep, yet you remain,