And the troglodyte remarked,
As without a wild dog barked,
And a dinosaurus lumbered through the fog,
"I am sick of nakedness,
And I'd like, I must confess,
To be shielded in the clothing of a dog.
And hang me if I don't go after one in the morning!"
He was met with scoffs and grins
When he walked abroad in skins;
And the troglodyte Conservatives cried: "Shame!
Thus to hide the healthy nude
Is obscene, indecent, rude!"
But the malcontent felt warmer, all the same.
And so began the evolution of the split skirt and the hot sock.
From the Age of Stone,
To these Days of Reason,
Man has keener grown
In and out of season.
'Tis through being discontented that humanity progresses.
If you're satisfied with dog-skins you will ne'er have satin dresses.
