He is exploring carefully,
Knowing he must act to be blest;
Giving his own lobotomy,
He searches with vigor and zest.

He doesn’t heed their vain protests
Or learn from their bad examples.
His cilia’s sweetly caressed;
He savours his freshest samples.

With what gusto and zeal he mines,
Looking for his golden treasures!
I rejoice at finding such signs
Life’s lived best for simple pleasures.