Snake: Tell me, tell me Oh Human!

              Think not that I have come to spit

               my venom, or to bruise thy heel.

               But tell me I thee beseech, of the

               possibility of reversing our age-old

               enmity brought upon us both at

               Eden's garden by His Majesty

               Divine.

Human: Though thy head I bruise not, still

                of our reconciliation I know not.

               For His Majesty Divine to whom

               there is no appeal, did himself

               the curse pronounce.