And on the eighth day,
God entered his workshop
Coffee in his hand,
scratching his stubble.
He took his almighty hand
And fumbled for the light switch,
And he peered into the spare parts bin.
And the lord saw
The tail of a beaver,
The feet of an otter,
The bill of a duck,
And the venom of a snake.
Unsure of what to do
With the detritus of creation
He cobbled them together
And created the platypus,
And he saw that it was good.