Ye Ole Primordial Soup

Ye ole primordial soup,

Was just a bunch of goop,

Teeny acids, tiny m’crobes,

Sporting peptide suits and RNA robes.

They got to chatting and gulping the salts,

Of electrolyte cocktails and chromosome malts,

“Looky here”, they declared, “let’s form a new band,

We’re tired of swimming, let’s get up on land!”

But to do so meant a bit more multiplying,

From aminos to proteins that wouldn’t be dying,

“Cell integrity,” they spoke, “is what we’re about,

We expect to still be here through chaos and clout.”

They bonded and forged a trusty metabolism

Chose to replicate through mitosis schism,

Designed a large freeway for healthy circulation

Made thee fine fractal a daily libation.

More and more they upted ye ole monomer,

Until finally they said, “Let’s get outta here!”

Their well built legs, though short and stout,

Were amazingly adept to get them about.

Little by little, and certainly small,

Protenoids built creatures a couple feet tall,

They just couldn’t stop and didn’t want to decay,

Because according to nature, there’s no other way.

Complexity reigned and as soon as goop could,

It formed seashells and man, donkeys and wood,

Ladybugs, dinosaurs, carnivorous plants,

All pirouetting in a primordial dance.

Hence, it’s no surprise that hidden inside

Our lovely soft dermis and faces wide-eyed,

Lies a big ocean full of acids and code,

Trying to factor the next living mode.