Up rose the mountain and the black cloud fell Sky made a river flowing down from the hill Up rose the mud pile in a dim lit crack Mold came, a mold made in the muck of a shade And day and night and day and night And so on Up rose the tree line and the wind blew grass Salt water whittled pieces off of the land Up rose the critters of all types and shape Brains sizing upwards, taking turns on top of the hill And day and night and day and night And so on Up rose the manchild, just like the rest But with big head planning to stay on top of the chain Book says "dominion" like a long term plan But if time were this song, we'd have been around about as long as this...