Summary: Here it all is, here it was…<br> Such is life.<br> ⁓The Voice before the Void<br> “Cold are the Crabs”<br> Edward Lear<br> Cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills<br> Colder the cucumbers that grow beneath,<br> And colder still the brazen chops that wreathe<br> The tedious gloom of philosophic pills!<br> For when the tardy gloom of nectar fills<br> The ample bowls of demons and of men,<br> There lurks the feeble mouse, the homely hen,<br> And there the porcupine with all her quills.<br> Yet much remains — to weave a solemn strain<br> That lingering sadly — slowly dies away,<br> Daily departing with departing day.<br> A pea green gamut on a distant plain<br> Where wily walrusses in congress meet–<br> Such such is life–<br>
