A fellow named Cro approached me.
On the day when Man’s history began.
Cro had a document with him,
Hell bent for me to scan.
That wasn’t my business, I told him,
But I do have a little device.
With my chisel, I suggested,
I could copy that twice.
I thus pursued the endeavor
And unbeknownst to me
The copies I’d made for Cro
Started man’s history.
Later, I felt badly .
These tablets became books, you see.
And all little Cro-Magnons in school
Had to study History !
Not to mention, lugging these books
Back and forth to school ,
The wheel yet to be invented
It was borderline cruel.
But, on their tests they got B’s and C’s
T’was a testament, you see,
To chiseling things in stone.
Damn ! They got better grades than me .