When the world was sky and water,
Lacking any continent,
Also lacking any island,
Lacking any land at all,
Down from heaven flew a duck,
Gaudy noisy orange duck,
Quacking like a firetruck,
Aiming for a woman's knee
(Possibly a little higher)
As the duck so often does.
Quack the first became the sun,
All the light of all the truth.
Quack the second was the moon,
Changing periodically.
Quack the third was solid earth:
Finally a place to gather,
Build the houses, clear the land,
Dig and work the solid iron,
Iron for our use and vengeance.
This the truth I have discovered
In my diligent researches,
This the truth to lead the way this
Counterrevolutionary
Year of 2024.
the Daily Whale
copyright 2024 Jay J.P. Scott
<jay@satirist.org>