A mighty wit, contrarian
An erstwhile ex-librarian
Who now, instead, finds all his fun
In firing various sorts of guns
And scaring ancients' hoary shades
By wavng his assorted blades.

His wit, that once made giants laugh
Has come unraveled, now, by half
And sad it be to tell you it
No more than half will e'er be knit.
His brain, once leonine and fair
Does now resemble, more, a hare.

Thus falls the mighty intellect
That once made every fact connect
And, from a fabled mental ruction
Resorts today to mere destruction
By gun and sword, rifle and kriss!
Is not it sad, this tale of his?

So let us kind and Christian be,
When dealing with yon Rapparree