There's someone in the pub, a whatshisname,
That told me that ears came last.
'Mouths, then eyes, then noses, then ears'.
He seems very certain,
His own ears are huge.
He told me that whatsitcalled started off plumbed
From the nose to the throat and then got diverted
'Ears, Nose and Throat',
As if by profession
He looked right into the past.
The oojimmebob came about as a chunking mistake
Some fellow didn't have any arms.
'Waving around, like a squirrel, heated.
Or wheeling and flapping
Like an injured swan'.
Read the books, by thingmebob, on evolution
And see how irrelevant the ears are.
'Nothing that can't be said
With hands and arms
And the movements of the brow.'
Just look at the structure of the stuff in there
And see how it used to be another nose or eye.
'The ear's just an accident,
Gets us into trouble with music
And up in the night like the demented.
'Ah yes,' I said
'Of course, of course,'
'You, mate, are deaf as a post.'
