Doctor Atlantis Had an hypothesis,
Thought that all people Were basically good.
Tried to be good and kind and considerate Just as he thought all people should.
Doctor Atlantis, Funny old man.
Doctor Atlantis Had an hypothesis.
Took it for walkies Each day by the sea.
Enemy tribes Came and attacked it,
Drove him away And tore it to bits.
Doctor Atlantis Came back to bury it.
Cried for it nightly And prayed for its soul.
Buried it deep Where no jackals could find it.
Buried it deep In the sands of the Lethe
Where no eyes could see And no terror tongues tell.
The enemy tribes Came back to get it,
Back with a blessing Bought from a bishop
For praising a psalm. Dug up the body,
Stuck it together With Bostick and horse bones,
Pushed in a nail and Raised it up high.
People cried out at This shock resurrection,
Ran to it quickly And clung to its side.
Atlantis was stigmatized, Exorcised, ostracized,
But Doctor Atlantis Said not a word.
Doctor Atlantis Funny old man.
Doctor Hypothesis Had an Atlantis,
Thought it was somewhere In Buttermere Lake.
People soon followed And rushed out to find it,
With pick and with shovel, Pulled out the plug
And the water ran out.
Doctor Atlantis Had an hypothesis,
Thought that all people Were basically good.
Tried to be good and kind and considerate Just as he thought all people should.
Doctor Atlantis Funny old man.