From Rude Rural Rhymes by Bob Adams, New York: The Macmillan Company; 1925; pp. 127-128.
CREATION
My fellow man’s a curious cuss
And fain would know why things are thus;
In these rude rhymes as plain as prose,
I’ve told how human life arose,
Elucidated unto you,
Some facts that Bryan never knew.
This good old world, the best of topics,
I now explain from pole to tropics.
The nebular hypothesis
Is useful for a job like this.
When back, far back, our vision passes,
We find a universe of gases.
Although that gas was hot and fizzy,
At first it was not whirling dizzy,
But as the mixture cooled, we think,
It probably began to shrink.
Uneven shrinking caused rotation
Until she spun like all creation.
Then earth began her course to run,
And sister planets one by one
Were thrown off from the central sun.
Still does our earth, though seeming quiet,
Show traces of her early riot.
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The crust has central fires to move it,
Our earthquakes and volcanoes prove it.
And, like the earth, our souls have sprung
From something old but ever young,
Planets of God, they, every one,
Revolve around a parent sun.
However thick the crust of sin,
Some primal fire still burns within,
And evermore upon us beat
Eternal floods of light and heat,
Until this stubborn soil of ours
Is blest at last with fruit and flowers.