MORAL.

I am, I think I have remarked,

Terrifically old,

( The second Ice-age was a farce,

The first was rather cold. )

A friend of mine, a trilobite

Had gathered in his youth,

When trilobites were trilobites,

This all-important truth.

We aged ones play solemn parts —

Sire — guardian — uncle — king.

Affection is the salt of life,

Kindness a noble thing.

The old alone may comprehend

A sense in my decree;

But — if you find a fish on land,

Oh throw it in the sea.