The First
The right atmospheric conditions can animate your bones.
I tell ya,
Dinosaurs rising, ichthyosaurs rising,
Rise of the hominids no more, eh?
Resurrection ain't a fool's business, fellow, ol' pal,
Sonny boy. My boy,
Reanimation is a booming industry,
What with all these dinosaurs and ancient mummies reaching and tightening their buns,
Winching their skin on.
Drink that elixir first, boyo.
Keeps ya from fossilizing in the first place.
Them creatures all wanna be looked at good again,
But I says, I says pickle yourself in the first place,
Never lose that spark.
You don't have to wait for a magical scientific chemical power combo,
If you were preserved in the first place.
Copyright © Rose Melo | Year Posted 2011
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