Morality in Consciousness' Stream

Out of the tower and over the trees, Spat the green gopher of Oz in the breeze. A pig passed below, ‘twas sauntering by: The spittle descended upon his eye. He cried in pain; the gopher said “Sorry,” But the pig threw him into the quarry: He was mauled by monsters of that abyss, Or he would have been if Pig hadn’t missed. The gopher, having enough of the pig, Took out of his sock a thingamajig: He revved it up, with a noise like thunder, And prepared to rend the pig asunder, When a comet came down, out of the sky, And turned the both of them both into cream pie. The monsters crawled out - their cage had been wrecked-, Ate the pork/ gopher pie, gave the world heck. And this is why, in sunshine or showers, You never spit off of tall towers.