Nine lives for a cat,
But no sight for a bat,
It is clear that God has his favourites.
So why in our case,
Did he think to place,
Mankind as a King in ‘his’ pulpit?
To us he gave thumbs
And we armed them with guns;
And we burnt round the world in a conquest!
Yet to dogs he gave claws;
To apes he gave rocks
And said, ‘fight for your life and your homestead’.
So we shot them all down
And took over their ground
And upon it built car parks and churches,
So we could rejoice,
And raise up our voice
To show just how ‘great’ our vain lord is.