Evolution rag
we're the fish men or the sea ape
look at our tails and scale
and out big tough leader away he wail
he thinks he is the king pin but he's outrace
by the little weedy stranger with the grin on his fac
but that is the illusionist the circus ma
and the whole man murdering sea is his caravan (it leaks
eat air croquettes my children dea
if you want to save yourself time and tear
history picnickers follow m
evolution up the slopes of the se
out on the land out on the land singing hurra
while a million years pass by and we get well on out wa
grandma clears the trash left by previous picnic slave
and with just one swipe of her ragged fins she uncovers the cave
singing billy go store the map safely undergroun
he does but what is this that he has foun
the map has gone how will we grow ol
grandma's tears made the barbecue col
I fing myself saying here's where I came i
the illusionist has vanished like a red hot gi
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