O Darwin Tree

O Darwin tree, O Darwin tree
How wonderful your branches be
That through chance and necessity
Transmuted have a Christmas tree.

Mutation-Claus, Mutation-Claus
Danke schoen for scented logs
That rise and fall in northern bogs
By your paws and iron laws.

Mistletoe, the oaks of Bashon,
Tow’ring cedars of Lebanon,
Edenic groves that please the eye
By blind survival lifted high.

Frankinscence from Boswellia
Sweet Myrr from the Commiphora
Treasures fit for a king of kings
On witless camels minus strings.

Old man fate got lucky one night
Fortune’s daughter unfolded life
Mother nature, the Darwin tree
Blossoming still through you and me.

A wondrous chance the body’s form
By chance the wood to curse it on
By chance the vine, its bitter fruit
By chance the teeth, the bread to chew.

O poison tree, so acidy
I found you under an evergreen
Scrawled in verse by a dumb monkey
He smirked and washed his hands of thee.