The Kaldron . will no name in science doThat has not Latin, Greek, Hebrew,All mixed in a sonorous stew Like Freshman verseAnd all the alphabet there, too, To make it worse?What difference does it make to meHow many toes are on a flea?For whether one or twenty-three I do not care,Nor have I ever wished to see How manys do not care to learn that I,If nature had but made me try,Might, sometime back, have learned to fly To beat the deuceAnd been an Aves, Hesperonthi— But whats the use?And neither do I care to findMy ancestors were some crude kindOf animals without a mind. It makes m

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The Kaldron . will no name in science doThat has not Latin, Greek, Hebrew,All mixed in a sonorous stew Like Freshman verseAnd all the alphabet there, too, To make it worse?What difference does it make to meHow many toes are on a flea?For whether one or twenty-three I do not care,Nor have I ever wished to see How manys do not care to learn that I,If nature had but made me try,Might, sometime back, have learned to fly To beat the deuceAnd been an Aves, Hesperonthi— But whats the use?And neither do I care to findMy ancestors were some crude kindOf animals without a mind. It makes me scandal should be kept behind The closet Lab work, too—it makes me sighAll just to prove the books dont lieWhile fumes arise which make me cry From rancid drugsAnd so on Natures secrets spy Dissecting least by February first—Having become completely versedIn Zoology—the hope Ive nursed, With inward bliss,That botany can be no worse, Nor hard as this. One hundred ninety-six.

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