Before there was Me,
And before there was You,
Before there was Grandpa,
When cars still seemed new.
Before good ol' Alex
Created the phone.
Way back when The Wheel
Was still made out of stone.
When dinosaurs still roamed
The forests of Brazil,
There we can find
Ol' Jasper and Cecil.
Meet Jasper- we call him,
Short for Jaspolvinskinecker,
Once a mighty fine man,
Now a cranky old codger.
Then there is Cecil,
Jolly chap he used to be.
Now he is as old,
As the oldest redwood tree.
Nobody can remember,
How they came to be,
As far as we know,
They call no one 'mummy'.
So they sit on the bench,
Scowling and grumbling.
Regardless of whether,
The sun is still shining.
Two grumpy old men,
Not a sight to behold.
There's not much to be said,
No tale to be told.
Oh look- They've started whining,
In a manner so ill.
Let's just leave them be,
Old Jasper and Cecil.
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