The Present Creation

The Tulip Poplars bloom block by block down
Beacon Street on this perfect day in May
And as we catch the lights and blow through town
The Cabby turns his head around to say:

"On days like this tell me there ain't no God".
The day and his tone demand you get caught
Up in his thought and listen. "Its real odd
How those Darwin guys so completely bought

Into "if the Bible got the timing wrong
There can't be no creator. Just look at this!
Who cares if from some monkeys we were born?
Trust me pal, nothing here is hit and miss.

Its like they believe in chickens, but their heads
Get turned around so they don't believe in eggs."