September 13, 2006

• Ah yes. . .  back to the old (really old) formative sing-song poetry of my youth. . .  *teardrop*

  
  

  (You know what they say – ‘when a creature is ready, a mutation is sent.’)

  
  

   

  
  

  EVOLUTION (O Suzeanna)

  
  

   

  
  

  Once I was a pigeon

  
  

  I evolved into a frog.

  
  

  Now I am a Birch tree

  
  

  And I sing this little song:

  
  

   

  
  

  Oh my goodness!

  
  

  What will evolve from me?

  
  

  If it weren’t for evolution

  
  

  Well then, Lord what would I be?

  
  

   

  
  

  Once I was a rabbit

  
  

  I evolved into a tree

  
  

  Now I am a monkey

  
  

  And my teacher looks like me

  
  

   

  
  

  Oh my goodness!

  
  

  What will evolve from me?

  
  

  If it weren’t for evolution

  
  

  Well then, Lord what would I be?

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Row Row Row this boat.

  
  

   

  
  

  Propel propel propel the craft

  
  

  Softly through the liquid solution

  
  

  Estatically, estatically, estatically, estatically,

  
  

  Existance is but an illusion.

  
  

   

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