Search not through the tomes most borrowed
Or the volumes thumbed through by the throngs
The secrets of the perfectmost lie here hidden
While their perfections are known by all.
Ignore pointedly the voices of the millions
And the advisors recommended by the crowds
The places they will take you are inhabitable
Where inglorious livings are begot.
And look, a glimmer from the chorus is showing
A shout from the pastures is heard
Unnoticed, unloved, unattended
Appear those veracities foretold.
For it is a day for the herds to be sighing
A year of inevitabilities to rise uncrushed
And a culinarily curious coupling glows unabated
Shining with beauties wondrous and bold.
