He was always polite and never rude, he liked to smile and he would never sneer.
But the story of Little Sacc isn’t so happy it’s true, his plight is somewhat tragic let me make that clear.
In all the happiness of making a drink, His real future just went down the sink.
But is his destiny so different from our very own?
Should we really smile on this fella whose death we condone?
Dying in his own excrement is no heroic fate,
But who are we to judge? Let me explain, just wait;
Little sacc was a Saccharomyces cerivisiae,
A bacteria of sorts should we put it that way.
In cold weather he was not a happy chap,
Rugged up in clothes, he was prone to nap.
But when the temperature was heated to the celsius just right,
There would be a sparkle in his eye and women in his sight!
One thing leading to another, as leading things often do,
Little Sacc hit the sack and now there were two!
Now that he was mating, he was on assignment,
To produce good ol’ ethnanol until his retirement,
But would he make it to live that long?
That is the question we ponder on!
So he shovelled in the glucose,
and the enzymes did their most.
And he Bubbled out the ethanol,
He couldn’t stop he was on a roll!
Then suddenly, exhausted by his appetite, the resources disappeared,
He was drowning in his own excrement, the end had neared,
And so in the abundant ethanol, he drowned and flopped,
This was the end, his life had stopped!
So that’s the story of poor Little Sacc,
That little guy who, tempted by the heat;
dared to undress and taste the sweet.
And in-so-doing died in his own-made heap.
His death we may mourn but may not weep,
too close to our own is his earthly demise,
a species with a gut but without any eyes,
hence blind to the excrement of naughty ways,
and thus limiting the number of one’s future days.
The Embden Meyerhof Pathway
A pathway for a species to die on its own effluent
A metaphor for the future of Homo sapiens sapiens
A reflection on climate change and cultures with consciousness
Paul Mason, 2008