Majestic Mr. Baxter
He looks out at His lands
Loving all the thingies
He’s created with paw-hands
It was this Dog that made it all
The them, the you, the me
But did you know that this whole show
Was made…so he could pee?
Long ago a morning rose whence
Baxter’s bladder ached
But Universe said “no pee-pee”
“Till icings on the cake”
It had clasped him, did not ask him
The Universe was mean
It wanted worlds and people, life
And all things in between
So Majestic Mr. Baxter
Rolled his eyes, said “yes”
“If I must, I’ll stir this dust”
“But warning: ’twill be a mess”
And it was so, to be let go
For yellow rain to pour down
He must make gold, the Kings of Old
And all their pretty crowns
He went to work, and with a smirk
He molded the first man
He looked at him then with a grin
Said “they’ll not know Who I am”
A lovely ballerina
He molds with tears and sweat
Peeps whisper “y’all, ’twas Baxter’s gall”
To invent the pirouette
Do not forget this tale now set
For life, it’s not a curse
It’s beautiful, and God is Dog
When written, in reverse
How the World Should Work 