ANd why did Rapaire, in his most trying hour
Fail to notice a chrysalis is hardly a flower?
Was it heat-stroke, exhaustion? Was the weather too muggy?
Or the stress of jetlag that has made him act buggy?
No matter, forget it, it's not such a failing
The Master Creator is too gross for detailing.
He can't be expected to remember it all
When he's working on cosmic plans, way past us all!
If his thin disguise fails as a keeper of data
A researcher of tomes, whose day job is a waiter,
We still must forgive him, as trees forgive forests
Seeing all the miraculous things he's done for us!