Don't Send in the Clones

I knew a girl Wanted a thrill Thought she’d have a whirl At skiing downhill She sideswiped a burl Ended in hospital Staph made her toes curl Now they’re reading her will One of my mates Says he saw you Exposing your privates Last week at the Zoo And you urged the primates To ape your revue Excess cyclamates Must have loosened a screw Science they claim Is the saviour of Man Heals the halt and the lame And increases life span But I think it’s a shame When we touch up God’s plan No-one wants the blame When it all hits the fan Dolly the sheep Was created a clone Got her genes from the heap That was labelled ‘pre-owned’ She died in her sleep Of a ‘pre-aged’ neurone So Little Bo Peep Is still waiting alone Would you want new bones That were grown on a rat Who knows what pheromones You would have to combat Protecting your cojones From each passing cat Don’t send in the clones Let’s leave it at that