Saturday, June 18, 2005

Old Man of the Flores

Pharyngula: Wither Homo floresiensis?
The Loom: Return to Hobbit Limbo

The grand old alpha-man exerts
His dominance. His growl asserts
That skulls don't shrink; they always grow;
There's pygmies all around, you know.
If you don't serve him as you ought
He'll break your bones without a thought.
Screw the old pretentious prig.
Let us dig! Let us Dig!
Skull and rib and thigh and knee,
Set them free! Set them free!


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