I'm an anthropologist who's
On a dig in Delaware.
There's a hind leg in front of me--
I've got a femur from a hardened bear:

A fossil femur. The ministry
Hates it when these come to light.
Femurs--date with carbon,
Femurs cause them a plight.

Intelligent Design
Says Darwin's not prized,
"Creationism" by 'nother name,
All dolled up, with a new-name disguised.

Where's the body to this femur--
Swept away in a silt flow?
Femur prob'ly pre-Pleistocene,
Femur hardened long time ago.

Borneo to Joliet--
There's signs of ancient game
That escaped from its predators.
We find it, give it a Latin name,

Or Greek, such as brontosaurus,
With its head up in the air.
Maybe an asteroid killed him;
The ID folks don't really care--

They've got the fever
For dismissin'
Femurs that have come to light.
Fever, so they're dissin'
Science, just a "fad" they don't like.

Fever has gripped Kansas;
Femurs in that state are spurned.
Teachers will spout drivel--
Nothing since Scopes has been learned.