Once upon a distant flooring,
We built forts for constant warring,
And for ammunition storing,
Glad we’re not still like that now.
Once upon an ancient pointing,
With self-righteousness anointing,
We were rather disappointing,
Glad we’re still not like that now.
For we’re modern and enlightened,
Moral senses keen and heightened,
Our skin bronzed and our teeth whitened,
Holier than any thou
Once upon a long-ago-ing,
There, by rivers strong and flowing,
Stupid, violent, unknowing —
Glad we’re still not like that