CH3-CH2-O-CH2-CH3 (Oleum Dulci Vitrioli)

Gad mourning yea lousy cants, the day gobs you’re presence. The sky beckons you’re attendance, the stars, moon, Orion, and some lousy cant with a feathered hat beg you’re being-there. He sprinkled Diethyl (also known as ether and ethoxyethane, CH3-CH2-O-CH2-CH3) on his breakfast flapjacks. He bought it from someone acquainted with the great-great-greater-greatest-great grandson of Raymundus Lullus, an Alchemist and the padre of oil of sweet vitriol (oleum dulci vitrioli) who was close friends with the great-great-greater-greatest-great granddaughter of Theophrastus Bombastus von Hohenheim, better known as Paracelsus, the discoverer of the analgesic properties of ether-metabolite, who later became friends with the greater-greatest-great grandniece of August Siegmund Frobenius who gave it its common name, ether, around 1730, or sometime shortly thereafter. The oil of sweet vitriol (oleum dulci vitrioli) left a bad taste at the back of his throat, so bad that he threw the rest of it away, or thereabouts, replacing the Diethyl ether-metabolite with a pat of ice-cold creamery butter freshly churned from the teat of a cow named Millie Augustus Bombastus Frobenius.