Adam

Adam they called me, the first of creation.
The father of every country and nation.
They say that I sinned, and they really can’t see,
It was Eve that first started it. Eve, and not me.

I was lonely and bored, and I wanted a friend;
But God gave me a woman, the start of the end.
She came from my rib, from a part of my body;
But she wasn’t well made And was really quite shoddy.

She bit on God’s fruit, it was juicy and tasty.
She chewed it, then swallowed, and then thought, “That’s hasty”.
And then in a panic, whilst filled with deep shame,
She passed it to me, so that I’d take the blame.

She’d eaten three-quarters, maybe a bit more,
And I’d had the rest, a few pips and the core.
I tried to look nonchalant, happy and gay,
But I knew that my innocence had all gone away.

Then God in the Garden Of Eden came walking,
So we hid in the bushes, kept quiet with no talking.
We kept covered up with the leaves of a fig,
But I was embarrassed, the leaf wasn’t big.

The Lord, he soon found us, he knew what we’d done.
It was then that I wished I could go home to mum.
But I hadn’t got one, I’d never been small,
Except for the time I was nothing at all.

He threw us from the garden, put guards on the door;
And said, “You were rich, but now you are poor.
I gave you my breath and from dust you became,
And now I will change you to dust once again”.

Don’t listen to others, don’t do what they do.
It’ll only cause problems, a great ballyhoo.
Just listen to God, and obey every law;
Or you’ll end up like me, As dust on the floor.

© 1997 Dick Underwood

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