Metamorph-o Man

 
I studied a bug in a lab one night
Looking for proof of it's change,
For some common ancestry 'tween him and me.
Belief in a maker seemed strange.

(harmonica)

Then Ken Ham walked in with a microscope.
He told me that though they mutate,
It's within their own kind, not evolution design,
And for me that settled the debate.

So pin me a moth, metamorpho-man,
Pin me a moth tonight.
Hang it up in a frame on your sterile wall.
God designed this thing just right.