The Germ Ubiquitous

— — The Germ Ubiquitous By Frank Oswald Warren I'm a nimble little microbe, But I think I know my place; My mission is to "whoop 'er up," To hoist a fallen race. I ain'tgot any hatchet— I'm Not Washington, you see; But I can make it lively for The human family tree. I light upon a lover's lip While courtin' of his Miss; And when they go to osculate, I kill 'em with a kiss. I drop into a bowl of soup, And turn it into ink, Unless it turns into a man Afore IV time to think. I hang around the washee house Where Wun Lung doth preside; And pretty soon he lays that lung The other lung beside. I crawl into the craniums Of them as feels cock-sure; Thenceforth their doubts are numerous, Their dogmatisms fewer. You're curious to know my name Aren't you? "What's in a name?" I guess / am — I'm everywhere I shoulder all the blame: Appendicitis, coddling moth, Mosquitoes, bed-bugs, fleas; I s'pose I'm held responsible For Darwin's theories. The higher criticism cult O'erlook the like o' me; If they can't sea a Jonah whale, What can they hope to see? They overlook; I undertake; I'll give 'em all a chase. Just watch me while I decimate This doomed Adamic race!