The Earth was shipped in a cellophane wrapper to a godlike kid by galactic courier,
He’d placed an order from the back of a comic book that he’d read when he should’ve been in school

He had a project due in his socio-anthro-eco-geo-bio and creationism course
That he should’ve been working on instead of playing games with his gang of omnipotent pals

The project was due in a hundred thousand years which can hardly be construed as enough time to
Populate a planet with intelligent beings who can live in a self-sustaining way

But he saw in the comic book an ad for a planet with a species on the brink of developing intelligence
That could be shipped in a cellophane wrapper and he thought, that’s my ticket to an A!

Now it may seem to you that a hundred thousand years is a long time, but if you just consider that
The kid with the comic book will see a hundred thousand years pass like the twinkle of a star

So the kid put the Earth on his desk in his bedroom underneath a heat lamp that he kept on a timer
On his walls he had made constellations using stickers that were stars that could glow in the dark

And he worked as the species on the brink of intelligence grew, found fire, built bombs and exploded them
He cried when he learned the killing was so often interspersed with the praising of his name

So the kid with the comic book turned on the heat lamp, took a magnifying glass from his leftmost cupboard
And he looked to the Earth, picked a symbolic bush, focused, and set it on fire

And when the bush was burning the people got the message and the leaders agreed to take responsibility
And base their actions on accountability and promise that they’d try to get along

So the kid took the Earth to his teacher, who looked and saw good work and the room for improvement
Not a bad first try, B plus, and excitement for your many more creations still to come

And now the Earth lies wrapped in bubble-wrap there on the floor of the closet of the kid with the comic book
His mother checks in every now and again to ensure things will work out in the end
And so everything will work out in the end

Written by Trevor Mills, SOCAN, 2004