We've come a long way
To be where we should be
And what's that they say?
That we evolved from the tree?.
That's all rubbish
It's clear for all to see
And the books they publish
Are from ancient history.
They say we came from Jesus
A soul as pure as bread
But can he really see us?
As we continue to grow instead
A mystery unsolved
An open explanation
For we can now no longer behold
The secrets of the generation.
