The world is too much with us,
Too many share its face,
Too many humans in the towns
And dogs most every place.
Too many bugs, and flies and birds,
And cats all seeking fare,
And peeing on our good green Earth,
And crapping everywhere.
A man should his part to help
And makes things better grow,
I cannot just stand idle here
While the crowds and hordes do grow!
So I've reached a decision,
And my is simply this:
Should it ever pass that I grow up,
I'll be a neuteronomist!
I'll specialize in testicles,
And helping eunuchs mend,
And tying tubes and making short
Shrift of vas deferens.
I'll stand and block the DNA
In its frenzied quest for future
And deft my scalpel I shall yield,
And deft, as well, my sutures.
The tiniest bug beneath my lens,
The duck, the boar, the sparrow,
The lumpy Baptist and the wren
Shall feel my well-aimed arrow!
Reducing off-spring by the score
And taming the desperate spasms
Of bodily quests to multiply
And spreading protoplasm!
I'm sure my life will be well-spent
As life's rising drive I leaven,
And though I won't make too much dough,
I'll get rewards in heaven.

Alfed E. Neuman-Entropy
Neuteronomist-In-Training
"What I Want to Be When I Grow Up"
Mrs. Delwood's Home Room, Grade 5