And even those lowly insects who emulate the behavioural habits of the admired and the cool. Imitation as the sincerest form of flattery be damned.
As a schoolboy we are most unperturbed by shoutings, pastings, and tightslaps, like red paan spit off a pedestrians back. Yet, somehow, constraining the natural habits of felines with a weekly schedule chills us to the core. Heads hang in shame with the hollow vibrations of the dreaded rhyme in the classrooms, corridors, and playing fields...
S Ramanujan: "Ayyo, what I say! But I have just solved it now only as you were extending your notes to me"
Lobachevsky: "Copy cat, kill a rat, sunday monday, eat your rat! You dirty Erode scoundrel..."