THE VOYAGE OF THE BEAGLE
by Andrew Vasey The year was Eighteen Thirty-One, The voyage had just begun; A noble ship was sailing off Towards the setting sun, And distant watchers had to have The eyesight of an eagle To read the name out of the ship, The one they called, "The Beagle". After many months upon the sea They managed, without loss, To anchor by those fabled shores, The Isles Galapagos. Darwin quickly went ashore With notebooks and with kit, But after just five minutes there He'd trodden in some ****. "Oh, bally heck!" he shouted out, "Someone's been here before us." "Who could that be?" his helpers asked, All questioning in chorus. "I've no idea," replied the sage, "But I'll not write any thesis Until I've solved the mystery of... The origin of the faeces!"
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