Hey, it’s a short poem. You want an excerpt? I don’t think so. That would be like taking one bite from one of those chocolate-glazed donuts filled with Bavarian cream. After you’d had that one bite, you could sorta see the creamy center, but if you stopped there, you still wouldn’t have the taste of the thing. You really need to eat the whole thing (and recruit someone to lick that last dab of cream off the tip of your nose) to know what you’re eating.