They were but ill supplied,
There were a few who shrewdly guessed
(Old What’s-his-name among the rest)
At what went on inside.
When you and I were young, Adam,
It was damnation stark
To doubt that all that breathe the air,
Came, male and female, pair by pair,
Straight out of Noah’s ark.
“Mutantur,” Adam, “tempora