What's the Soul? throughout the ages
Mystery never yet unveiled
Prophets, poets, saints and sages
All have tried and all have failed.
But at last we've got an answer
No vague dream or fancy vaguer
From a scientific man—Sir
Herr Professor Dr. Jaeger.
Printed in his lucid pages
This is what he has to tell
Listen poets; listen sages;
That's the Soul that makes the smell.
Whoso takes his meat to season
Onions chopped or garlic whole
Shall enjoy a feast of reason
Followed by a flow of soul.