Rodinian Ode
Now it’s time to raise a song to that continent
of old, That ruled the world when life was young, but
tectonics would remold. Rodinia! Rodinia! You barren, ancient land! A zillion square kilometers of snow, rock, ice and
sand! Your air was nigh unbreathable, your prairies free of green. on your mountains lofty prominence, no mountain goats were seen. Rodinia! Rodinia! On your shores none ever walked! A zillion square kilometers of ice, sand, snow and
rock! The Panthallasic Ocean rippled by your sun-baked coast where squishy, brainless critters would strand themselves and roast. Rodinia! Rodinia! Where naught would ever grow! A zillion square kilometers of ice, rock, sand and
snow! You were a most unpleasant place where no flowers ever grew But there surely was a lot of you and that counts for something too! Rodinia! Rodinia! I still think you were kind of nice A zillion square kilometers of rock, snow, sand and
ice!