Two by Two (Poem)

Where the chameleon eats its own words
And slyly glances at the weasel and the mouse
Who look on with envy, but learn the lesson well
And an arc of lies is built, high on that hill
Then two by two it is filled.
See, here they come, weasels, mice, ferrets, lizards, moles and last of all,
Slowly, two snails sharing a single shell.

And when a scientist eats his own words
And looks towards the rest
Who see the table; filled with deceits
Who, after the feast
Can retreat to the safety of the arc of lies
They climb the hill
Two by two
See, here they come, weasels, mice, ferrets, lizards, moles and last of all,
Slowly, two snails sharing a single shell.