(Sung to the tune of: "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen")
THE WORLD OF RICHARD DAWKINS
Is a place where you will find
A scientific plethora
To stimulate your mind.
Expand your intellectual side;
Leave ignorance behind.
O, tidings of knowledge and truth,
Knowledge and truth.
O, tidings of knowledge and truth.
As did we all, it seems.
His work has made the world aware
That we have selfish genes;
And thoughts that we hold sacred
May turn out to be just memes.
O, tidings of knowledge and truth,
Knowledge and truth.
O, tidings of knowledge and truth.
Is a virus of the mind.
The Bible is a favorite source
For stories of this kind,
Which glorify a watchmaker who
Turns out to be blind.
O, tidings of knowledge and truth,
Knowledge and truth.
O, tidings of knowledge and truth.
Is a novel point of view.
It shows us what our genes affect
Beyond just me and you.
The world at large responds
To what our DNA can do.
O, tidings of knowledge and truth,
Knowledge and truth.
O, tidings of knowledge and truth.
Flows along the banks of time.
It carries information
Down a long, unbroken line.
It's possible your DNA
May someday mix with mine.
O, tidings of knowledge and truth,
Knowledge and truth.
O, tidings of knowledge and truth.
Your chances may look bleak.
Perhaps around the backside
Is the very thing you seek--
A gradual slope that leads you
Ever onward to the peak.
O, tidings of knowledge and truth,
Knowledge and truth.
O, tidings of knowledge and truth.
I HEARD THE BELLS OF FREETHOUGHT RING
I heard the bells of freethought ring,
Of reason and of doubt they sing;
Reminding us with every chime,
"Believing" stops a thinking mind.
Belief forbids your asking why.
Belief requires you live a lie.
Accepting without evidence
Is contradicting common sense.
Suspend belief and think today.
Just ask one question as you pray--
"With all the world's religious fights,
Can I be sure that I am right?"
For other faiths (you know it's true)
Feel just as strongly as you do.
They'll die for their beliefs as well.
Which one of you will burn in Hell?
Your Bible is your answerman.
They find theirs in their own Koran.
The message of my little song
Is "maybe everyone is wrong."
Copyright 1997, by Jerry Phillips 
JOY TO THE WORLD
Joy to the world, Bill Nye is come.
Let earth receive her king.
Let every mind prepare him room,
And science and nature sing,
And science and nature sing,
And science, and science and nature sing.
Joy to the world, the S. guy reigns.
Let men their songs employ.
While fields and floods,
Rock, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.
No more let faith and ignorance flow
From dogmas all around.
He comes to make our intellects grow,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and fact,
And quite a gift of gab,
The glories of his scientific knowledge,
And wonders of his lab,
And wonders of his lab,
And wonders, and wonders of his lab.
Joy to the world, Bill Nye is come.
Let earth receive her king.
Let every mind prepare him room,
And science and nature sing,
And science and nature sing,
And science, and science and nature sing.
Copyright 1997, by Jerry Phillips 
