The Time Traveller
I'm sitting in this cave,
not feeling very brave,
they look at me in awe,
is it the clothes I wear?
I think I know what's going on,
they're about to go on a Mammoth hunt.
What if I play a game,
and go and scratch my name,
on the wall of the cave just there,
and maybe add the date?
That'll cause a lot of fuss,
in a few million years,
when an archeologist,
discovers the paintings of bison and deer,
and can't believe that,
Kilroy Was Here!
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