The Mixed-Up Pollywog

Genesis 1

By Rev. Dean Beaty    5/6/08

 

When I was a pollywog just swimming in the sea.

I said, “I need a little foot.”  So I grew one up on me.

“But wait a minute, don’t grow there.  I’d be walking on my head.”

Oops, I didn’t specify, so it grew up front instead.

 

Oh well, I’ll make the best of it.  I’ll call the thing an arm.

What if the other woggies laugh, words can do no harm?

Next, because it’s cold out here, I’ll grow myself some hair.

With three more things just like the first, I’ll become a bear.

 

You say, “Oh foolish pollywog something sure sounds wrong.

Besides it takes a million years and you won’t last that long.

That’s just the way it all took place.  I know how strange it seems.

And that is what professors teach.  They saw it in their dreams.

 

“And God said, “Let the earth bring forth the living creature after his kind.”

Genesis 1:24