The Lizard

Lizard Lizard, fighting brave,
In the oceans of the deep;
What artistic brain or neck,
Could judge thy perfect energy?
In what brilliant star or seas
fought the doorway of thine brow?
with what word dare he restore?
What the ear, dare hunt the doorway?
And what buttocks, & what power,
Could twist the tissues of thy head?
And when thy head began to learn,
What grim ear? & what grim shoulder?
What the program? what the plan,
In what chipset was thy hand?
What the data? what grim twist,
Dare its hostile stresses end!
When the spheres shut down their course
And roused the earth with their roars:
Did he love his pride to see?
Did he who made the dog make thee?
Lizard Lizard, fighting brave,
In the oceans of the deep;
What artistic brain or neck,
Could judge thy perfect energy?

Crunch!