Cum Grano Salis Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Those men so fond of foreign terms
can be compared to eager sperms,
they swim to find the velvet fleece
and get there, lastly, in one piece.
Of course, not all can be in front
the road is long from any 'unt,
the prize awaits the number one
his time will show the fastest run.
There are a few who scream and yell
who by the roadside stopped and fell,
they never shut their mouths to pause,
and wish there would be better laws.
Why run if you can only walk?
Why shout if all you know is talk?
And if you cannot use a tool,
you may look silly, you old fool.