As it will be in the future it was at the birth of man
There are only four things certain since social progress began
That the dog returns to its vomit and the sow returns to her mire
And the burnt fools bandaged finger goes wobbling back to the mire

And when all these things are accomplished and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins
As surely as water will wet us, as surely as fire will burn
The gods of the copybook headings with terror and slaughter return