Prologue

Slow, slow, slow is evolution;
Then – a sudden leap.
You’ll dream a Roller Coaster nightmare
Wishing you weren’t asleep.
Slow, slow, slow is evolution;
Slow, slow, slow – then quick.
We haven’t time for seven days;
Three will do the trick.
A hundred billion years I’ll paint your dreams,
Notwithstanding tears and laughter,
The Story of Humanity,
In scenes both fore and after.
Now close your eyes
And go to sleep.
And let’s not hear
Another peep.”

Our angels did slumber
Counting stars to help them sleep.
(We lesser mortals did it
But usually with sheep).