'There's machinery in the butterfly;
There's a mainspring to the bee;
There's hydraulics to a daisy,
And contraptions to a tree.
'If we could see the birdie
That makes the chirping sound
With x-ray, scientific eyes,
We could see the wheels go round.'
And I hope all men
Who think like this
Will soon lie
Underground.
The Horrid Voice Of Science
Vachel Lindsay
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