The Black

Black bear Black bear, standing tall,
In the rainbows of the sky;
What immortal toes or jaw,
Could end thy bright absurdity?
In what angry star or seas
stood the kernel of thine eyes?
with what grasp dare he supply?
What the heart, dare hold the kernel?
And what finger, & what freedom,
Could fit the tissues of thy head?
And when thy head began to learn,
What cold heart? & what cold testes?
What the program? what the plan,
In what chipset was thy cells?
What the data? what cold look,
Dare its cold stresses demand!
When the spheres shut down their course
And roused the earth with their roars:
Did he smile his fruits to see?
Did he who formed the frog form thee?
Black bear Black bear, standing tall,
In the rainbows of the sky;
What immortal toes or jaw,
Could end thy bright absurdity?

Crunch!