} The Oracle's most gratified
} With your dramatic assertation.
} But there remains one query yet
} Wither is the question?
} I've searched through both the first verse
} And the second, and the fourth,
} Also the third, because,
} I will not shirk this quest of yours.
} I've searched all through the "wisdom",
} And the "earthly", and the "mean",
} But still I cannot find it!
} (I've also searched full inbetween).
} Orrie has now come to an
} Inescapable conclusion.
} The question (if there is one)
} Is concealed in the allusion
} That says that I shall save you all
} From all your Earthly woes
} And just in time you shall be saved
} But don't step on my toes!
} (The reader may have noticed,
} In the wording of this poem
} A certain similarity,
} To the supplicant at home,
} Tapping away at the keyboard,
} Writing his little plea.
} That is purely to engender
} A sense of security.)
} Now this is clearly a reference,
} To the wond'rous Oracular Feet.
} Famed throughout the universe
} For being so generally neat.
} "The Feet shall save us all!", they cry,
} As the domesday hour approaches,
} But wait! A problem has occured!
} The Feet have been bitten by roaches!
} (That last line may seem a tad contrived,
} Purely there to maintain the rhyming.
} But the Oracle would never do such a thing
} Especially when dining).
} "Oh no!", they cry, "Our chance is gone!",
} And riot in the street.
} But "Calm you down!", Our Man exclaims,
} "Nothing shall stop my Feet!"
} And so, and thus, the Feet went on,
} (Hooray!) To save us all,
} And justly then the world exclaimed,
} "Hoorah! for the Oracle!".