Something there is that doesn’t like a waul That wants it tamed and named and syllabled. Pacifiers serve to mute untroubled The air round a child’s most ardent call. Tribulation turns to ululation. A scream must be schemed into a symphony, A high-pitched wail into a eulogy And cries kept to off-stage imitation. Good sentences make good neighbours, it’s said. A howl, a growl are unsound offences. Learn when to pause, and close your words well-bred. No time like the present for such behaviour. Restrain banshee assaults on the senses, Forsooth, good sentences make good neighbours.