The Baptist hates science
With a seething passion
Sees the world's in past-tense
Clad in 1800's fashion
He joined me on the clearest night
To gaze at nearest stars
Moved by the dim light
In hopes at seeing Mars
Looking through the telescope
He couldn't help but marvel
Shed a bucket of tears
At the celestial carnival
On our way back home
I spoke of the earth's path
Little did I know
This would invoke his wrath
He gestured with both hands
Made a little splat
"Look at the shape of lands,
Can't you see the earth is flat!"
With a seething passion
Sees the world's in past-tense
Clad in 1800's fashion
He joined me on the clearest night
To gaze at nearest stars
Moved by the dim light
In hopes at seeing Mars
Looking through the telescope
He couldn't help but marvel
Shed a bucket of tears
At the celestial carnival
On our way back home
I spoke of the earth's path
Little did I know
This would invoke his wrath
He gestured with both hands
Made a little splat
"Look at the shape of lands,
Can't you see the earth is flat!"