Keep off that spot which is sizzling hot—it is making coal for Baer!”
When the pterodactyl ambled, or fluttered, or swam, or jumped,
And the plesiosaurus rambled, all careless of what he bumped,
And the other old time monsters that thrived on the land and sea,
And did not know what their names were, any more than today do we—
Wherever they went they heard it: “You fellows keep out of there—
That place which shakes and quivers and quakes—it is making coal for Baer.”
The carboniferous era consumed but a million years;
It started when earth was shedding the last of her baby tears,
When still she was swaddled softly in clumsily tied on clouds,