Come creature & conjoin the human club,
Don’t turn your nose up at it with a snub.

Become a member of the human race,
Where any old mug will fit with a face.

Don’t skulk in the shadows an animal beast,
Phase out the music, a human at least.

And should the whole shamozzle then be lies,
It doesn’t matter as everyone dies.

Even though we’re neither unique nor great,
Join the human club before it’s too late.

A place where all have a story to tell,
Dearly afterwards a soul to sell.

For though it reads as silly and sad,
It’s all the elements good, bad and mad.

Handed down in righteous privilege,
Bred in a sty, in a pidge, in a squidge.

Ice cream man on a green hill far away,*
Last inhabited island after thaw day.*

* An Anglican Hymn
* Now UK one of the last places
to be inhabited after the ice age
about 8000 years ago