As we struggle with thoughts of the fittest survival
Connecting the dots makes us now Bush's rival
To peace and diplomacy, he's but a stranger
His long lost romancing is fraught full of danger

And so and then thus, as we wake from our sleep
What is all this fuss, in the face of the deep?
The horizon is calling, let's leave by remaining
So as George is falling, evolution's our training...

So as his grasp lessens, and 'the people' gain power
Hark less the depressents, and free thought may flower
And thus and then so, may invention's fruition
Relieve us to know that it's fitter to listen.
ttr