A Marvel by Carolyn Wells

An old astronomer there was

Who lived up in a tower,

Named Ptolemy Copernicus

Flammarion McGower.

He said: “I can prognosticate

With estimates correct;

And when the skies I contemplate,

I know what to expect.

When dark’ning clouds obscure my sight,

I think perhaps ’twill rain;

And when the stars are shining bright,

I know ’tis clear again.”

And then abstractedly he scanned

The heavens, hour by hour,

Old Ptolemy Copernicus

Flammarion McGower.