Geological evidence goes
To prove he had never a pan,
But he shaved with a shell when he chose,
’Twas the manner of Primitive Man!
He worshipp’d the rain and the breeze,
He worshipped the river that flows,
And the Dawn, and the Moon, and the trees,
And bogies, and serpents, and crows;
He buried his dead with their toes
Tucked up, an original plan,