Heaven has humongous places For googolplexes of strange races Our version of bliss to others is hell Our hell to others a SHADY DELL.
In Dinosaur Heaven the ferns grow tall Meteors and tar pits exist not at all T. Rex lives on fern and pine And the littlest saurs grow elephantine
The sky above is clear and blue The ground beneath is firm and true There the brainy senti-saurs Were the ones who won the Stars.
And Angels come with scaly wings And sing as sentient reptiles sing There dinosaurs with active brains
Who like to play fun thinking games Wonder what a sight to see An alternate MAMMAL world would be.