Then as we linger at luncheon here O'er many a dainty dish, Let us drink anew to the time when you Were a tadpole and I was a fish. - Langdon Smith

I flaked a flint to a cutting edge And shaped it with brutish craft;
I broke a shank from the woodland lank And fitted it, head and haft.

When you were a tadpole and I was a fish In the Paleozoic time,
And side by side on the ebbing tide We sprawled through the ooze and slime,
Or skittered with many a caudal flip Through the depths of the Cambrian fen,
My heart was rife with the joy of life, For I loved you even then.

Then I hid me close to the reedy tarn,
Where the mammoth came to drink;
Through brawn and bone I drave the stone And slew him upon the brink.