Owl eyes on a moth bewildered us all.
It's a clear act of God, said those in his thrall.
Then Darwin appeared, with an answer quite fine,
"T'is natural selection and nothing divine".
"Chance would prohibit", said the staunch YECs.
"Your appeal to the random is like a disease".
"Mutation is random, true, Science agrees,
But Natural Selection is quite the bees knees."
And so it emerges, with no end in sight,
That both sides insist only they're solely right.
But the moth keeps on flying, all through the night,
And the members of CF continue to fight.
And the monkeys keep scrambling with font type and other
And all I can think now is "Really! . . why bother".