It's said that God made Earth out of his strange dreams,
Of the highest mountains, deepest oceans and streams,
Rolling hills, moorland, river plains and wooded land,
Then he paused and thought,
"I need something to stand on top of the mountains
To discover the seas, explore the plains and
chop down the trees, someone to start small and grow,
Sturdy, strong like a tree." And so?
He created Men, full of spirit and fun,
To explore and conquer, to drink and run,
With dirty faces, banged up chins
With courageous hearts and boyish grins.
When He had completed the task He'd begun,
He surely said, "That's the job well done."
But then he made the counterbalance, Woman.
Chaos and Disorder, Earth full of sin
The ultimate, God to consign us to his bin.