When the earth was young and wild
And man was just a child
We roamed the land unclothed
With nothing to behold
We felt the sun on our skin
And the wind in our hair
We were free from the burden
Of clothing we couldn’t wear
We were one with nature
In all her raw and raw beauty
We were hunters and gatherers
Living off the land, our duty
We knew not of fabrics
Or the art of stitching thread
But we were strong and hearty
And our animality wasn’t dead
But as time passed us by
And civilization grew
We learned to weave and sew
And our nudity withdrew
But in my heart I long
For that time of old
When life was simpler
And the era before clothing, was bold.