Children's song for a Friday afternoon, or, Code Rage

[Andrew K. Rindsberg]

I know an old woman who swallowed a clade.
How was she made to swallow a clade?
Perhaps she's daid.

I know an old woman who swallowed a species
That wiggled and wriggled and tasted like feces.
She swallowed the species to catch the clade.
Perhaps she's daid.

I know an old woman who swallowed a genus.
She was the meanest, to swallow a genus.
She swallowed the genus to catch the species
That wiggled and wriggled and tasted like feces.
She swallowed the species to catch the clade.
Perhaps she's daid.

I know an old woman who swallowed a tribe.
She was barely alive after swallowing a tribe.
She swallowed the tribe to catch the genus.
She was the meanest, to swallow a genus.
She swallowed the genus to catch the species
That wiggled and wriggled and tasted like feces.
She swallowed the species to catch the clade.
Perhaps she's daid.

I know an old woman who swallowed a family,
She was sick (understan'bly) to swallow a family.
[Refrain]

I know an old woman who swallowed an order,
She underwent torture to swallow that order.
[Refrain]

I know an old woman who swallowed a class,
Never thought it would pass, but she swallowed that class.
[Refrain]

I know an old woman who swallowed a phylum
She did it, by gum, she swallowed a phylum.
[Refrain]

I know an old woman who swallowed a kingdom,
She was bloated and then some when she swallowed that kingdom.
[Refrain]

I know an old woman who swallowed the biosphere,
It sounds very queer, but she swallowed the biosphere.
[spoken] Oh, dear.

Andrew K. Rindsberg
(with help from another paleontologist who understandably wishes to remain
anonymous)