To the father of the tribe
He proceeded to describe
How upon a change of living he was bent.
Said that Tory anthropoid:
"Son, such thoughts you should avoid;
They are obviously born of discontent.
And such revolutionary notions would rend the whole social fabric."
Since the Eocene.
Till this Age of Biplanes,
Man has ever been
Yearning toward the high planes.
And while the Tory lags behind in by-ways worn and narrow,
'Tis the discontented section that shoves on the old world's barrow.
Once a naked troglodyte,
On a bitter winter's night,
Sat and shivered in his cave the whole night through;
For his scanty coat of hair
In no manner could compare
With the matted clothes his late forefather grew.
(Meaning the meditative anthropoidal ape I mentioned previously.)
