Fossils By Amos Russel Wells

The time was Carboniferous,
The place was by the share.
Some molecules vociferous
Of Fe SO4
Induced a little conifer
To take them in her stem,
Letting go the blood and bone of her
And making room for them
Until the plant ridiculous
Was a fossil nothing more
All because of that iniquitous
Shrewd Fe SO4
‘Twas the time of Homosapiens,
The place,–a library
Some dusty tomes of weight lmmense
By subtle sorcery
Induced a great philosopher
To take them in his brain,
Rejecting, you of course infer,
Its former contents vain,
Until the sage rapacious
Became, one summer day,
A leather-backed veracious,
Encyclopc-di-a!