Every Man Worth The Name Has A Yellow Snake In His Soul, Seated As On A Throne, Saying If He Cries: 'I Want To!': 'No!' Lock Eyes With The Fixed Gaze Of Nixies Or Satyresses, Says The Tooth: 'Think Of Your Duty!' Make Children, Or Plant Trees, Polish Verses, Or Marble Frieze, The Tooth Says: 'Tonight, Where Will You Be?' Whatever He Likes To Consider There'S Never A Moment Passing A Man Can't Hear The Warning Of That Insufferable Viper.