Many and many an eon ago,
the earth upon itself did flow.
Magma splattered; lava rolled,
laying earth in fold on fold.
While peaks poked up in seismic lifts
valleys formed in with earthen rifts.
Mountains rose up to skyward dreams
valleys settled into watery streams.
When Man wandered out across this earth
his life came renewed in newborn birth;
our legacy rose up in times of old
beneath the covering of Woman’s fold.
Together, our human adventure we did form
through thick and thin, through calm and storm.
When man’s stony knob doth ascend
Hallelujah! woman’s cleavage doth transcend.