Barney

Have you ne’er heard of Barney? Come, none of your blarney; You’ve ne’er heard of Barney, the wight? He’s a real Celt; he’s witty; He lives in this city, And waits at Meran’s every night.

There once ’rose the question Midst mental congestion

“What shape is this world here, Round, ovoid, spheroidal, Elliptical, nut-shaped or square?”

After hopeless arraignment, With well-done containment, One called on old Barney so that He might judge the matter―― To ease up the clatter, And put a quick end to the spat.

“I’ve thought and I’ve wondered,” Said Barney, “I’ve pondered, To see, sir, just where I was at. The world is not round, sir, For I’ve always found, sir, Whenever I hit it, ’twas flat.”