The Microbe is so very
You cannot make him out at all,
But many sanguine people
To see him through a microscope.
His jointed tongue that lies beneathA hundred curious rows of teeth;
His seven tufted tails with
Of lovely pink and purple spots,
On each of which a pattern stands,
Composed of forty separate bands;
His eyebrows of a tender green;
All these have never yet been seen—But Scientists, who ought to know,
Assure us that they must be so….
Oh! let us never, never
What nobody is sure about!
