The Seven Days were long finished
And The Creation was doing just fine
No problems seeming apparent
Already on day twenty nine
The Creator was watching his charges
As they developed slowly along
But he had a hint of suspicion
Something seemed just a bit wrong
Life was good in the Garden of Eden
Adam and Eve and ever growing brood
Surrounded by sunshine and beauty
And never any shortage of food
All these benefits there and in plenty
Such a glorious existence of life
With all those intimate pleasures
To be enjoyed by a man and his wife
They sombrely went through the motions
But seemingly lacked any air of zest
Which left him a little disappointed
For after all he had done his best
He slipped a mad molecule in their porridge
One gloriously and sunny blue morn
And suddenly they were all giggling
And that's how laughter was born
