The Mammoth

Mammoth Mammoth, diving deep,
In the oceans of the deep;
What inventive brain or chest,
Could claim thy bold audacity?
In what profound spheres or time
dived the thunder of thine veins?
with what grasp dare he adore?
What the tongue, dare catch the thunder?
And what buttocks, & what balance,
Could burn the limits of thy head?
And when thy head began to learn,
What wise tongue? & what wise eyebrow?
What the program? what the plan,
In what chipset was thy thumb?
What the data? what wise love,
Dare its crazy passions care!
When the skies tore down their cloaks
And blessed men with their strokes:
Did he smile his art to see?
Did he who loved the doe love thee?
Mammoth Mammoth, diving deep,
In the oceans of the deep;
What inventive brain or chest,
Could claim thy bold audacity?

Crunch!