The quick brown fox jumped over the old lazy log –
What did you expect? To hear a dog?
Did your feedback conflict with what
Was feeding forward? Where’s the mutt?
Ah! Loops that we expect will thrill – those we
Don’t frighten, jolt us free
Of the firm branch, the sacred tree
We sit upon, so safe from fear
In all we hear
Or see or smell or taste –
Oh, what a waste.