My father once read an Indian
story
About the origin of the world. It began:
"In the beginning, God was walking with his dog."
Nothing about creating the dog, you'll notice;
The dog is just there. My father felt this was right
Why shouldn't God have always had a dog?
Me, I suspect the dog may have come first
And God turned up to keep it company.
Until then, He had been of two minds about existing
But with a dog around He could be sure someone
Would love Him, even when he loosed hurricanes
Or even on the day He invented cholera.
About the origin of the world. It began:
"In the beginning, God was walking with his dog."
Nothing about creating the dog, you'll notice;
The dog is just there. My father felt this was right
Why shouldn't God have always had a dog?
Me, I suspect the dog may have come first
And God turned up to keep it company.
Until then, He had been of two minds about existing
But with a dog around He could be sure someone
Would love Him, even when he loosed hurricanes
Or even on the day He invented cholera.
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