“Poultry,” said I, “feather’d villain,Poultry still, if hale or illin’,Shall I have no penicillinCapable these germs of killin’,Nor more potent little pill inPharmacopia’s bounteous store?Surely, somewhere, new injectionsCan be found for new infections,To give the lie to thy inflections,And make me like I was before…”Quoth the chicken,“Nevermore!”
“Poultry,” said I, “feather’d villain,Poultry still, if hale or illin’,Shall I have no penicillinCapable these germs of killin’,Nor more potent little pill inPharmacopia’s bounteous store?Surely, somewhere, new injectionsCan be found for new infections,To give the lie to thy inflections,And make me like I was before…”Quoth the chicken, “Nevermore!”