There's gotta be someone already workin' on this tune. A gentle giant reborn after countless ages frozen in the cold cold north ... he's his own Mother and Father, he's a clone, he's all alone, darn those 'anti-cloners' anyway, wooly's back and he means to stay, etc., etc.

CNN and Time will poll the US public with the 'deep' philiosophical question; "Should we clone the frozen Wooly?" but Mudcatters will write the song of Wooly's adevntures! Of course we should clone him ... how else can we write his tale? Or do I mean right his tale, or better yet; right his tail!