"In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses’ pelt. I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man, And I sang of all we fought and feared and felt. * * * * * * * Here’s my wisdom for your use, as I learned it when the moose And the reindeer roamed where Paris roars to-night:— ‘There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, ‘And—every—single—one—of—them—is—right!’"