That David Hume, he wrote a book,

So I thought I would take a look:

Then all my time it did consume -

He wrote a book, that David Hume



To write his tome, he had no cause,

For skeptical of cause he was:

No he, no self, was there at home,

He had no cause to write this tome



Why read or write, if naught exists?

Yet on and on, the book persists:

A skeptic lacking one insight --

If naught exists, why read or write?