Some time long, long, long ago,
a tiny dense mass, it did really blow!
It's bits and pieces reached far and wide,
Into empty space, they will ever ride.
From this mighty bang, there came to be,
A rough hewn orb, the early earth, don't you see.
O'er billions more, it was rounded like a ball.
Upon its mass, we would work, walk, run and fall.
Our students are told, that in much time,
there came to be the primordial slime.
Out of this slick ooze, says the best guesser,
came a single cell, our first ancestor.
Hold on now, the story is not done.
Behold, I say. Here comes the fun.
The cell must split and gain a partner,
to evolve its kind, with opposite gender.
And so it did, that we are told,
A mate arose to preserve the fold.
So now the theory's been set in motion,
to bring forth more of its silly notion.
Billions more did come and go,
now watch this fable grow and grow.
Of all the myths that man doth make,
Surely, this one takes the cake.
Over time, our bods took shape,
our early form looked like an ape.
It was time and natural selection,
wherein we found our own election.
In the trees, we made our habitat.
Swinging limb to limb, we'd never get fat.
But time and change still did abound,
Lo and behold, we came to the ground.
From the trees we did swing down,
to become more learned, of higher renown.
Now we eat and drink much better,
those bananas were starting to fester.
Today our frame there is no trace,
of our first ancestor's face.
Old uncle cell was simple and small;
We, his posterity, for anything will fall.
They dig, they look, they go and think,
in hopes they'll find the missing link.
They do not know there is no chain,
that's why their search is so in vain.
Because their feet weren't on the rock,
their better sense was out on hock.
The lie was fed from that cagey winker,
They bought it, hook, line and sinker.
As this story comes to an end,
the fossil record is not its friend.
Darwin and Huxley, in peace may they rest,
but God's creation explains it best.
So let us come and reason together;
doesn't creation sound much better?
God spoke and the earth did come to be;
In His image, He then made you and me.
One man's guess began a revolution.
Ever since then, its called holy evolution.
Among the fables, it will have its place;
In time, be sure, there will be no trace.
Sent in by Jim Black
Enjoyed surfing through your web site. Thought
you might get a chuckle
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