Sam was an amoeba in the protozoic soup.
He could swim, he could flip over, he could even loop the loop.
Yet he longed for something different and at last he got his wish:
and after many aeons, he became a proto-fish!
But millions of years later, he found this rather boring . . .
He yearned for dry and solid ground the others were ignoring.
while, deep in his unconscious, stirred precocious Coué skills
until at last he grew four legs and also working gills.
His family all mocked him, except his sweetheart who said “No!
Our descendants will all bless us, their kin from long ago.”
So he took to shallow water, and waited for a surge
which propelled him up the shoreline, where he could at last emerge.
So let us all praise Sammy, our fearless proto-father
(Or Susie his brave sweetheart, if a female star you’d rather.)
Their emergence from the waters marked a step in evolution
which led to people writing verse, and hence this contribution.