To the Anglo-Saxon world,
A deer was anything than ran,
A fowl was anything that flew,
A fish was anything that swam,
A lily, anything that grew,
A fly was anything that buzzed,
A beetle, anything that crept,
A worm was anything that crawled,
A spring was anything that leapt –
That’s just what they were called.
But scientists then came along,
Insisting we had got it wrong
And we must never mention these.
I guess the world has specialised,
But why are smart lads still surprised
By broader use,
Or giving modern speech a goose ?
Self-fulfilling pedants, keen to snub,
These sneery science boys –
They build their house beside our pub
Then whinge about the noise !
A wort was anything of herbs,
An apple, anything of fruits,
And bug was something that disturbs
Your modern blooms with ancient roots.