Cotton-Wool
Shun
the
brush
and
shun
the
pen,
Shun
the
ways
of
clever
men,
When
they
prove
that
black
is
white,
Whey
they
swear
that
wrong
is
right,
When
they
roast
the
singing
stars
Like
chestnuts,
in
between
the
bars,
_Children,
let
a
wandering
fool
Stuff
your
ears
with
cotton-wool._
When
you
see
a
clever
man
Run
as
quickly
as
you
can.
You
must
never,
never,
never
Think
that
Socrates
was
clever.
The
cleverest
thing
I
ever
knew
Now
cracks
walnuts
at
the
Zoo.
_Children,
let
a
wandering
fool
Stuff
your
ears
with
cotton-wool._
Homer
could
not
scintillate.
Milton,
too,
was
merely
great.
That's
a
very
different
matter
From
talking
like
a
frantic
hatter.
Keats
and
Shelley
had
no
tricks.
Wordsworth
never
climbed
up
sticks.
_Children,
let
a
wandering
fool
Stuff
your
ears
with
cotton-wool._
Lincoln
would
create
a
gloom
In
many
a
London
drawing-room;
He'd
be
silent
at
their
wit,
He
would
never
laugh
at
it.
When
they
kissed
Salome's
toes,
I
think
he'd
snort
and
blow
his
nose.
_Children,
let
a
wandering
fool
Stuff
your
ears
with
cotton-wool._
They'd
curse
him
for
a
silly
clown,
They'd
drum
him
out
of
London
town.
Professor
Flunkey,
the
historian,
Would
say
he
was
a
dull
Victorian.
Matthew,
Mark,
and
Luke
and
John,
Bless
the
bed
I
rest
upon.
_Children,
let
a
wandering
fool
Stuff
your
ears
with
cotton-wool._
Amen.