When Nature set herself to work, she did it in a way,Which seems a little odd to us, who order things today.She did not think the matter out, or draw up any plan,But she started in a hurry and she reasoned as she ran,With the confident assurance of an optimistic man.Her misses were so many and her hits so very few,That the wonder is she ever had the luck to muddle through,But she hadn't any scruples and she never made a fuss,If the way in front was blocked she tried a circumbendibus.
She churned quiescent ether up and stepped aside to seeExistence oozing slowly from potentiality,And an integrating order to stir the misty bounds of space,So she lashed about her lustily, to quicken up the pace,With a smile of satisfaction on her interesting face.
She mixed a lot of matter with the thing we know as life,And, to make her creatures livelier, she set them all at strife--Some were fighting for a dinner, others fighting for a wife--And the one that ate the other was the one she counted 'fit,'Or, to put it scientifically, she 'selected' it.Strange forms of life came bubbling up with eager wondering eyes,
