Each of us likes our own quiddity;
As it makes us unique,don’t you know?
And if we are felled by liquidity
We must be sure not to get drink up the snow.
Our fingerprints, our eyes and our shadows
Are not shared with anyone else.
So as we lie in the butter-cupped meadow
We must ensure we will never be false.
Quiddity’s a word that the toffs use
Anglo-Saxon is thought non de trop.
O Temper O Celtic O Flores.
Norman said he told me so.
Per ardua ad astra perggun tree
Eton men all speak in Greek.
So tell them to eff of if flumshee
The English sure know how to speak.
At dinner with folk from the Gunnament
Be sure to say ,eclectic’s inchoate.
But when you’re at home with your fundament..
Do keep your self esteem well afloat.
Why is the tongue of the Bible
Not something the rich like to speak?
Maybe the eye of that needle
Has made them more fluent in Greek.
Even the poor can have chutzpa
As they fry up a bagel in lard.
Oy vey, the Messiah is out there.
So give away on your new debit card.
Good Lord,God must speak Aramaic
Or Hebrew and/or HTML
For the commandments may be somewhat archaic;
But their translation has given us all hell.