Down in Maine at Camp Wohelo, 'Mid Sebago's moats and bogs, Jellyfish are evolutin' Into Pollywogs and Frogs. Scientists, with wild excitement, Point their fingers there with glee, Claiming, now, at last is proven Evolution's theory. " 'Tis a fact," said one old geezer, "Every man of science knows, When they finish evolutin' They'll put powder on their nose." "What's a name," said one old whiskers, "Call 'em fish or call 'em rose, You can never change the species, They'll be wantin' hats and clothes." "Makes me sick," said Uncle Ezra, "Monkey shines and Darwin stuff, I am stickin' to the Bible, They seem human rite enuff. What's the use of theorizin' You can't alter Nature's plan, Once they git to evolutin' They'll make monkeys out of man." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE LORD OF BURLEIGH by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SKY-GYPSY by WALTER BARDECK BRIEF LIFE by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LAST MAN: RECOGNITION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HUNTING: EPILOGUE. TO HAVE A FAITHFUL FRIEND by JULIANA BERNERS |