Page:Jevons Block.djvu/53





I was once a surgeon With the gospel for knife— What sin begat I endeavored to destroy — But there's a strange psychology in sinning, Men pay to seek it Who will not spend a cent to put it away. To say my practice brought no supper to my table Is neither to disprove the existence of sin Nor keep vigil against. Now I scrape the skins of animals To live. Salt for their hides is best. Somberly A Javanese monkey sits on a shelf And obscenely chatters when I edge my tools, But I shall not skin him yet He brings trade from our brothers.