Man

Weak and puny, small and frail,

Helpless he with tooth or nail,

In a world of fang and claw

Where sheer power makes the law.

INto battle he had gone

With the shaggy mastodon,

With the cruel beasts of prey

Snarling in their lust to slay,

Thirsting for the taste of blood;

He has fought with fire and flood,

With a heart and soul elate

Warred with nature–and woth fate,

Dauntless, fearless, bold of eye,

Unafarid to fall and die,

Man has battled countless odds

Which would fright the very gods,

But by virtue of his will

Which no chill defeat could kill,

And by strength of heart and soul

He has striven to his goal;

By sheer vigor of attack

Beaten brute creation back

And through countless conflicts hurled

Made him Master of the World!