When the Earth was young, and the Moon nearby, in a cometary
sea, prokaryotic thoughts arose, what fun it is to be!
"Lets rust the world!" we all agreed, "until
the iron's done. We'll use the oxygen we make! Come on, it will be fun!"
As huge salt mountains melted down to spice the saltless
seas, the dosado tectonic dance of plate activities,
Trilobites now filled the sea, and oxygen the air,
"What say we all crawl up on land? And have a picnic there!"
"We'll bring amphibians and trees, and Oh, it will be
fun! And bring some extra ozone to protect us from the Sun."
So off we went, and partied on, from cynodont to 'saur. Time
flies when one is having fun. Then from a distant shore,
We saw a comet hit the ground, the best I've ever seen. It
turned the Moon a pretty blue, the Sun a shade of green.
"Now that's a party!" we all sang, and went to
mammals be. The 'saurs became a little flock of ornithology.
The trees were great, but it was late, so onto two we
strode. And chipped some stone and built some fires to warm the cave abode.
"Already the Holocene? My how the time does fly! Seems like
t'was but yesterday, when the Moon was nearby."
Now here we are, upon the Moon. Next—to another sun! A
galaxy to party in. I said it would be fun!
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