Our genome differs from the chimp

By one point two percent,

The Y, I’m told, though but a shrimp,

Adds two in complement.

One female X is held in check

So Ys give men the more—

And though it seems but just a speck,

These genes we can’t ignore.

This clarifies a fact of life

One scarcely can escape:

I hold less common with my wife

Than she does with an ape.

Though one may argue, or abstain

From such an arcane thought,

Since we stood upright on the plain—

The stranger she has got.

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