Before there was any cule or a fella,
Primordiella was the sole soul dwella,
I guess about her n tell the tale-ya,
Won’t feelya the best belle, ah?
What had the nulla that it fuella to the fulla?
Within the life well-wella?
Let’s trail me n trail-ya, with her,
Up above the ell-a,
It was the one pre-bang with will-n-zeala,
That turned into the light and all the mass stella(r),
The turns n the burns of the fire with closed micella,
Made it all close into the live life gella,
It fixed n mixed in steps to churn out the failla,
Made it from the soup-cell-multicella-to-all the phyla,
All one from one, it’s one integrella,
She ever blooms- Primordiella, Sail-la, Alla…!