Immanuel, a well-kept lad of seven

Grew up with lots of books and his eyes on heaven.

O reason, who fathered the wise?

All through the day, he sat on grandfather’s chair

Reading and taking in all the scripts would share.

O reason, who fathered the wise?

And when the evening came and silence was born,

Assertive Immanuel studied till dawn.

O reason, who fathered the wise?

Although he was schooled in matters of reason,

The boy was obtuse when love was the season.

O reason, who fathered the wise?

In matters of sentiment, he was naïve

And if he was loved, he would never believe

O reason. Who fathered the wise?

His parents were proud and admired his thirst

For knowledge, and his wish to always be first.

O reason, who fathered the wise?

Immanuel grew up to be smart and fair,

And like Adonis, always looked at his hair.

O reason, who fathered the wise?

Then one day, his eyes caught a maiden so fair

With a pretty face, and long, black, curly hair.

O reason, who fathered the wise?

Immanuel’s heart fell at the maiden’s feet

And his body was engulfed in lustful heat.

O reason, who fathered the wise?

He turned to reason for a quick solution

To his problem without showing emotion.

O reason, who fathered the wise?

Now reason was useless, and he was clueless

But the two remain brothers nevertheless.

O reason, who fathered the wise?

And so, this well-kept lad remained alone

In his knowing world with a heart made of stone.

O reason, who fathered the wise?

When Immanuel died in his lonely nest,

Everyone praised him for always being the best.

O reason, who fathered the wise?

But not one person held eyes swollen with tears,

For the poor boy refused love throughout the years.

O reason, who fathered the wise?