Let us pause in admiration of the racial obligation

And amoeba's propagation -- of his generation.

'Twas an epoch-making spasm rent in twain his protoplasm.

How in the world do you know that? She told us so.

As he grew older, the sea grew colder,

Making him strong to linger no longer.

He developed respiration, then maternal abnegation,

Hence the present generation; she told us so. -- The Vassar Hygiene Song

--- Joe Fineman    joe_f@verizon.net

||: When you have a cold, the universe is half full of galaxies & half full of snot. :||