Man’s sentence’s in vain, for it’s subject is pain,
And sorrow, and short as a quick click;
Tis a hodge-
And sounds, semantics, and logique.
But we’ll take no care when the funding proves fair;
Nor will we vex now our wee brains;
We’ll banish all sorrow, and sing till to-morrow,
And theorize and theorize again.