The Fossil Gallery
My life in this museum may Seem rather dull to you, 100 years stuck on a wall Sounds tiring, it’s true.
But if you knew my story, you Would soon begin to see That epochs pass like seconds When you’re as old as me.
I watch you humans flit about Like ants, from my display, And I confess, I do enjoy To people-watch all day.
And so I’m quite content here, in The Fossil Gallery – yet I often reminisce about My old life in the sea.
My ancestors were lizards Slinking through the sun-kissed sand, ‘Till one day they decided They were not content on land.