Evolution by James H. Hunter

To demonstrate, humorously, the theory of evolution J.H. Hunter depicts a tadpole as it slowly turns into a doctor of philosophy. The tragedy is that many people are actually deceived by Darwinian Evolution.

Once I was a tadpole, grubbing in the mire, Till I became ambitious and started to aspire, I rubbed my tail so vigorously against a sunken log, It disappeared completely, and I found myself a frog.

I struggled from my puddle and I jumped upon dry land, And the feeling that was in me was glorious and grand; It made me kind of frisky, so I hopped around a tree, Till I landed in the branches as happy as could be.

And there I spent some aeons evoluting without fail, Till I became a monkey and grew another tail; But still I had ambitions as the aeons quickly sped, So I descended form the tree and walked the earth instead,

Till my tail go tired with trailing on the hard ground every day; And twice within my process that appendage passed away. Once again I evoluted, and, believe it if you can, I awoke one summer morning and found myself a man!

Now you tadpoles in the mire, just think what you may be, If you'll only in your puddles start to climb the family tree. I am the genus homo, finished for all the world to see; For when I told my story, I was given a Ph.D.

James H. Hunter

1 comment:

Luke Schrader said...

Someone recently accused me of plagiarism on my own blog regarding my own poem that I wrote and own entitled "Evolution: A Poem from My Third Grade Mind." The comment on my post led me here, and I have since researched "James H. Hunter" to determine the source of my stolen work. The book that was referenced as the source is James H. Hunter's "Evidential Faith: Evolution." This book has no publication date, and cannot be found anywhere. I suspect that someone has falsely attributed the authorship of my own poem to James H. Hunter, whether purposely or not. I do not want this conflict to become more involved, but I do have a copyright on my works, and I will defend my own creations. Please either remove this post without delay, or properly attribute this poem's authorship to me, Luke Schrader.

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