The Poem book

Earth

There once were three men

and one picked up a handful of dirt.

He explained it with religion,

and implored the other two to believe him.

The second man explained it with science,

full of excitement and enthusiasm,

and he wished the other two understood,

but he accepted that they never would.

The third wrote a poem about it,

and was immediately lost in dreams

of how great it was and how great he was

and all the subsequent love and fame

and fortune and women and song

that was sure to ensue,

and he wanted to be lauded and admired

by the other two.