Prehistoric

Neanderthals were awful knaves That had their domiciles in caves And slew their prey with barrel-staves To gulp it red and raw They most resented rude intrusion By big bears with malocclusion And not a few effected fusion With the ursine chaw.

Howe’er this state of things, I ween Thought rather rugged, harsh and mean Prevailed throughout the Pliestocene And one can only muse That ‘twas through this did fate contrive Their end—there’s not a one alive, But only broken bones survive As Neolithic clues.