D the Atheist
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All this talk about good old Noah and family, a supposed magic Ark and of dinosaurs living at the same time as humans, reminds me of a poem I read some years back that I have just come across again by luck.
It is an explanation of why the dinosaurs died out and a look at the implausibility of the whole story.
It mentions the reality of there being a million species of animal. I think that is wrong. The figure is in the millions.
Anyway, for what it is worth…here it is. Enjoy:
There’s a story going around
Of an Ark, animals and dinosaurs,
Supposedly one quite profound
About the interference of nature’s watery laws,
Disappearing not some, but every piece of ground.
The number of species on this Earth,
At that date and now,
Well over a million came from birth.
Strange it seems and I wonder how
Only fifty thousand had some worth,
Enough it seems to fill all and bow.
Salt water and fresh mixed all up,
That must have caused a stir
To the function of those that did not sup,
Death would surely have to occur,
On this point alone the story does err.
Forty days and forty nights
Came the torrents all pouring sent,
Seven hundred feet a day, well must have been a fright,
Whence it came and where it went,
Till this day, with logic, dare no one write.
Ten months of bobbing too and fro,
A marvellous feat of feeding care
And most importantly where did the dung go.
Every Zoo on this planet fair
Would like Noah’s formula for keeping the staff so low.
If taken into account the walkways and cage,
The bulkheads, water, food and human habitat,
One then might not too quickly gauge,
That this story happened like that,
But rather, was written by a none too clever sage.
The mighty boat on Ararat did found
Out poured them all only to find,
“Where’s the food?” “It’s all been drowned!”
“Never the mind”, all the animals resigned,
“To the ends of the Earth we must swim and pound.”
A likely story, the wise think not,
So full of holes
And unlikely plot,
That the dinosaurs from head to sole
Came to extinction from laughing a lot.
It is an explanation of why the dinosaurs died out and a look at the implausibility of the whole story.
It mentions the reality of there being a million species of animal. I think that is wrong. The figure is in the millions.
Anyway, for what it is worth…here it is. Enjoy:
There’s a story going around
Of an Ark, animals and dinosaurs,
Supposedly one quite profound
About the interference of nature’s watery laws,
Disappearing not some, but every piece of ground.
The number of species on this Earth,
At that date and now,
Well over a million came from birth.
Strange it seems and I wonder how
Only fifty thousand had some worth,
Enough it seems to fill all and bow.
Salt water and fresh mixed all up,
That must have caused a stir
To the function of those that did not sup,
Death would surely have to occur,
On this point alone the story does err.
Forty days and forty nights
Came the torrents all pouring sent,
Seven hundred feet a day, well must have been a fright,
Whence it came and where it went,
Till this day, with logic, dare no one write.
Ten months of bobbing too and fro,
A marvellous feat of feeding care
And most importantly where did the dung go.
Every Zoo on this planet fair
Would like Noah’s formula for keeping the staff so low.
If taken into account the walkways and cage,
The bulkheads, water, food and human habitat,
One then might not too quickly gauge,
That this story happened like that,
But rather, was written by a none too clever sage.
The mighty boat on Ararat did found
Out poured them all only to find,
“Where’s the food?” “It’s all been drowned!”
“Never the mind”, all the animals resigned,
“To the ends of the Earth we must swim and pound.”
A likely story, the wise think not,
So full of holes
And unlikely plot,
That the dinosaurs from head to sole
Came to extinction from laughing a lot.