Now, back in the swirly mists of time and in a far off land
The people thought: “Let’s build a tower all big and tall and grand!”
They had the raw materials, had lots of clay and sand:
They made some bricks and mortar and they built it all by hand.
They wanted it to look nice, very sparkly, nothing bland:
It all turned out quite splendidly, far better than they’d planned.
They boasted awful boasts about their skill throughout the land.
They thought they’d build to heaven; God came down to see firsthand
And issued them a fairly hefty godly reprimand
And said: “Your place is here on earth: come closer, you’ll be banned!”
He thought the whole adventure got a little out of hand;
If they thought they were gods then they were in cloud cuckooland,
And mixed up all the language so they couldn’t understand.
And plans for building Babel II were fairly swiftly canned.