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Literary: The Bug Precept

8/18/2018 09:01:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments




Once said a foolish man who thought
      He was so very smart:
If you upon a small bug trod,
      The end-times you will start

This Poincaré and Lorenz heard
      And made their guiding lines;
They swore an oath to watch the earth
      And sweep it like a Jain

On this they held no compromise,
      Whate’er the air might be;
They’d let the sheep meet its demise,
      On Sabbath willingly

One day they found their brooms were gone,
      And all their food as well;
They needed to the store anon,
      But how without bug-knells?

They thought on this quite long and hard,
      What were the two to do?

A trick was found aft’ ponderance
      To solve their current woe:
‘If we instead of treading, prance,
      We won’t upon bugs—’ ‘No!

We cannot take a chance like that
      Risking bugs underfoot;
Instead the two decided that
      Their aim might rolling suit

For this cle’er scheme they themselves praised
      For brilliant it was so;
To the store the two rolled and raced,
      Excited shouting, ‘who-oa!’

Some time thence they thither made it,
      Granting them food and broom;
With that they thought they’d fly and flit,
      A-cackling in the room

 Content they were with what they had,
      They headed home anon;

On the way to home noticed they
      A caterpillar lone;
Upon the road it peaceful laid,
      And on it sunlight shone

As sign they saw that haloed light
      That they did smart and good;
They saw a future without plight
      Henceforth from where they stood

Hippocrates abided by
      The pair avoiding gore;
They swept the creature to the side
      And let it live some more

‘Twas then a myst’ry man appeared
      Clothed in silver garments;
He wore a mask which screamed afeard,
      P’rhaps to lose his argent?

Unfortunate the pair were though,
      ‘Twas not the man’s concern;
‘Twas future things the man did know
      That made his stomach turn

He spoke, ‘that little bug you rescued there
      Will one day cause the end’;
He spoke of coming future bare
      Of human hope to fend

The two however had their own
      Ideas of times to come;
They truly thought that they had sown
      What might utopia become

The myst’ry man did tarry not
      To take them to his home;
He took the foolish sorry lot
      To see what they had done:

They found themselves in future times
      Where ruled a Hitler-bug;
The Hitler-bug a butterfly
      Grandchild of the road-bug

And there they found their good deed was
      Not so good at all.

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