An unknown poet’s riff on “junk DNA”, arrived by post at the top secret UD bunker in an undisclosed, unimaginable location:
(Would go well to tune of “Way Up on Old Smoky” – here. Try it! )
On top of our genome
All covered with cash,
I see BioLogos
And they’re talkin’ trash.
They think that our genome
Is almost all junk,
So Darwin was brilliant,
And ID is bunk.
Charles Darwin’s their hero –
They trust him like God.
They think other Christians
Are really quite odd.
‘Cause most other Christians
Are much more inclined
To think God creates us
And our genome’s designed.
Now a flood of new data
Shows “junk” is not junk:
The non-coding regions
Are not what we thunk.
They have many functions;
We keep finding more.
BioLogos’ trash talk
Is wrong to its core.
So come all ye people
And listen to me:
Never place your affection
In a Darwinist tree.
For the leaves they will wither,
And the roots they will die,
And you’ll be forsaken,
And never know why.
[Will this poet starve? Maybe, he seems so normal, like Stompin’ Tom. And isn’t the average “coffee” house into Darwin chic? (You mindless bundle of chemically tormented neurons!) But around here, he’s poet laureate … (oh, look it up!) UD news staff don’t provide free homework for science nerds.]