Genetic Modification Reproduction (Remastered)

(A satirical folk-funk fusion song) [Verse 1] They said we’re playing God, rewriting our own fate, Splicing up the code, sealing the genetic gate. Tomatoes glowing bright under the midnight moon, A cow gives chocolate milk; science is in tune. [Chorus] Oh, it’s genetic modification, reproduction gone wild, Mixing DNA like a scientist child. From the corn in the fields to the fish in the sea, They’re building a new world with a lab recipe. [Verse 2] Babies with blue eyes and brains built for chess, Designer genes on sale; who’s gonna clean this mess? The chickens grow like trees, feathers falling fast, And pigs fly in circles; the future’s here at last. [Chorus] Oh, it’s genetic modification, reproduction gone wild, Mixing DNA like a scientist child. From the corn in the fields to the fish in the sea, They’re building a new world with a lab recipe. [Bridge] Once we played with fire, then we played with steel, Now we’re editing the stars to see how it feels. Are we gods, are we fools, is this salvation or doom? Will the bees still hum their tune when the flowers start to bloom? [Verse 3] Grandma’s knitting sweaters from her spider-silk wool, Fido’s got a tail like a crocodile’s pull. Science marches on, but can we lead the way? Or are we just rewriting the end of DNA? [Chorus] Oh, it’s genetic modification, reproduction gone wild, Mixing DNA like a scientist child. From the corn in the fields to the fish in the sea, They’re building a new world with a lab recipe. [Outro] So here’s to the future, a world strange and new, Where the grass might be pink, and the sky might be blue. Let’s hope we remember the earth’s original plan, Before we splice away what it means to be man.