SONG. BRYAN AND FORD Ford:

Oh, Mr. Bryan. Bryan:
Yes, Mr. Ford? Ford:
At your slams at evolution I am bored.
You say Darwin's book is bunk,
And your grandad was no monk,
And you think you have the scientists all floored. Bryan:
Oh, Mr. Ford.
Oh, Mr. Ford.
Though the people fail to give me my reward,
If you'll just look at my shape,
You'll admit I am no ape. Ford:
Absolutely, Mr. Bryan. Bryan:
Positively, Mr. Ford. Ford:
Oh, Mr. Bryan. Bryan:
Yes, Mr. Ford? Ford:
Though my mind with facts of history's not stored,
You recite in manner glib
That a woman's but a rib.
On that proposition we are in accord. Bryan:
Oh, Mr. Ford.
Oh, Mr. Ford.
You have done a trick that knocks that overboard,
You have taken a tin can
And you made a car that ran. Ford:
Absolutely, Mr. Bryan. Bryan:
Positively, Mr. Ford.