Graptolite - a Moral Tale
One day while climbing on a crag
my friend’s good fortune was to bag
a piece of prehistoric swag.
Now what a thing to come to light
it really was a graptolite!
Not dreaming that its end was near
It laid in stone without a fear
for several hundred million year
its role in history perverted -
its flesh to slaty rock converted -
So rich a find - his joy was great
it caused him to gesticulate
and hurry home to demonstrate.
So, quickly for the journey back
his prize he stowed inside his pack
Neglecting naught, to keep it sound
he wrapped it in a sock he found
but should have trusted solid ground -
on his way home unlucky fate
smashed it like a Grecian plate.
The Upper Cambrian gave it birth
But Recent brought it down to earth.
My moral tale I now append
Do not on future years depend -
for time’s relentless progress brings
to ancient fossils as to kings
The Absolute Impermanence of Things.