Ab initio, there were grackles
Calling to each other
With affectionate creaks.
Admiring apes heard them
But couldn't manage
To speak as grackles do
Even when they stood
On two legs and hollered;
(Extremely hoarse men
Still don't sound like grackles)
Ages went by; hunters
Became herdsmen became
Planters became builders
Became townsmen who
Needed gates to keep out
The hunters and herders
And planters who'd failed
To keep up with progress.
If you forget to oil city gates
They begin to creak and sound
Rather like amorous grackles
Since then it's all been anticlimax.
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