Do you suppose
A rabbit knows
Its nose is like a rabbit's?

Or do you think
A slinking skink
Is conscious of its habits?

I reckon rats
Are scared of cats
By nature, not by reason,

And so the bird
Without a word
Flies north and south in season.

But what of man?
I think he can
Do more than nature makes him.

That is, until
The gift of will,
Despised, at last forsakes him.