If a man could bite the giant hand That catchs and destroys him, As I was bitten by a rat While demonstrating my patent trap, In my hardware store that day. But a man can never avenge himself On the monstrous ogre Life. You enter the roomâ€”that's being born; And then you must liveâ€”work out your soul, Aha! the bait that you crave is in view: A woman with money you want to marry, Presitge, place, or power in the world. But there's work to do and things to conquerâ€” Oh, yes! the wires that screen the bait. At last you get inâ€”but you hear a step: The ogre, Life, comes into the room, (He was waiting and heard the clang of the spring) To watch you nibble the wondrous cheese, And stare with his burning eyes at you, And scowl and laugh, and mock and curse you, Running up and down in the trap, Until your misery bores him.