The Evangelicals Rule the Day
O'er their P'rishoners' minds they do hold sway
In thralldom locking their supporters' wits
Presenting their Bible in chopped up bits
And big Begats, and many switch hits.

Plumping away for Intelligent Design
Slick-tongued orators with slicker line...
Trumpets blowing in the sky...
Armageddon by-n'-by...
Then you, and I, and all, must die!

Oh hasten then, Oh Happy Day
When we shall all be blown away
Mussleman, Sinner, Skeptic, Doubter
Tinker, Tailor ... Computer Router

Talking Heads and Chinese Rooms
Wiccans, Whackos, Those on Brooms
Abortionists, Democrats, Corpse Inflaters
No more trans fats fer ta' fried 'pataters...

And when the dust at last has cleared
This old Earth again, looking somewhat weird...
There'll be no buildings raised on high
No noble works against the sky...
Indeed not even a passerby...
Just the bleat once again of the Brontosauri...