Once upon a time
In this northern land
There was a man
Who numbered and named
All the flower in a system
It worked
However completely wrong
As it was
Time went on and on
Theories came and went
Like the cold water in a river
His stood firm,
Until a day when the Genesis of genetics
Told another tale
Families were not families
Or even relatives
Just look a like and false friends
So we started all over again
As a true believer
A son of a priest
Now it is time
To pull down
His statue and put it
Where the lilacs grow
Next to the pond
Gods come and gods go
And so will we
Schibolet 