only the wise know just how great is chance
so many fools think gods have things in hand
or huge and smelly demons stalk the land
and dragons must be faced with steady lance
by men who on their fair chargers will prance
the holy folk who know facts in advance
turn out right quickly not to understand
the difference between brain and upright gland
and blame as magic what is normal dance
we who have watched in silence and in pain
for these long years as matters have got worse
could sense no sure relief from these hard jars
no certain ending to the acid rain
the world was groaning under weighty curse
but clouds have broken and we see the stars
