The History of Leith

March 13, 2012

A Reign OF TERROR-1908

There is horror too prolific
In the jargon scientific
Which disturbs the mood pacific
Of the ordinary man;
In these awful tales that thrill us
Of a bugaboo bacillus
That is hiding near to kill us,
If by any chance it can.
Not a single chance it misses ;
It is lurking in our blisses ;
It is even in the kisses
That delight a leap-year dream ;
In the air are microbes floating ;
In the water they are gloating,
Fiendish vigilance devoting
To the weird, malicious scheme.
O ye philosophic sages,
We were happy all these ages.
While these animals outrageous,
Unsuspected, flourished here ;
And although, just for the present,
We withstand their siege incessant,
We run other risks unpleasant,
For we’re almost dead with fear.

source-South Leith Church

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