See where the K., in sturdy self-reliance,
⁠Thoughtful and placid as a brooding dove,
Stands, firmly sucking, in the cause of science,
⁠Just such a peppermint as schoolboys love.

Suck, placid K.: the world will be thy debtor;
⁠Though thine eyes water and thine heart grow faint,
Suck: and the less thou likest it the better;
⁠Suck for our sake, and utter no complaint.

Near thee a being, passionate and gentle,
⁠Man's latest teacher, wisdom’s pioneer,
Calmly majestically monumental,
⁠Stands: the august Telepathist is here.

Waves of perception, subtle emanations,
⁠Thrill through the ether, circulate amain;
Delicate soft impalpable sensations,
⁠Born of thy palate, quiver in his brain.

Lo! with a voice unspeakably dramatic,
⁠Lo! with a gesture singularly fine,
He makes at last a lucid and emphatic
⁠Statement of what is in that mouth of thine.