One Hundred Bad Drawings: Page One.

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Mother Earth and Father God
Created us from soul and sod.
Spared the child, and spoiled the rod.
Imparted us with knowledge.

Created brothers everywhere.
From field to stream, from sea to air,
They work the family business there.
'Cause they're not going to college.

Not us! We always like to roam.
We'll get a new place of our own.
To make our mark like men, alone,
And place no one above us.

And once we're studying abroad,
They'll be surprised and slightly awed,
Our graduation speech applaud.
Because they truly love us.

Then when a home is finally found,
The time will come to settle down.
Intergalactically across town.
But we'll be sure and visit.

We love our folks, don't get us wrong.
We celebrate them in this song.
But you can't live at home too long.
That's not evolution, is it?