In The Days Of The Caveman

When you go on camping trips

You're stuck right out in nature

Foraging the forests like a primate

Using sharpened tools instead of hotplates

Your thumb and forefinger

Supposed to show you're not a wild beast

You can hear the noises at night time

They don't have to keep a certain bed time

See in the shapes of my body

Leftover parts from the apes and monkeys

Sometimes when I lie awake

I hear the rainfall on my tent fly

I think of all the insects that are sleeping

And wonder if the animals are dreaming

In the days of the caveman

And mammoths... And glaciers

Bugs and trees were your food then

No pyjamas or doctors

And when I finally get to sleep

I dream in technicolor

I see creatures come back from the ice age

Alive and being fed inside a zoo cage