In the days of the caveman No valid word is uttered Fire is a mystery And rain is a miracle Every day is a survival Creatures need to eat or be eaten
In the days of the caveman Hands are the tools of life Journey literally begins with a step Sleeping is not a rest But a triumph for surviving
In the days of the caveman All day is just having fun They hum and enjoy the wind on their faces They chase creatures, big and small They climb trees Swim in rivers and stream Things can be done recklessly
In the days of the caveman A shout, a cry is a social call Clothes are simple or none at all Glistening pebbles are ornaments You smell, you lick to fit
In the days of the caveman That is what you call life
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