Of the theories would be if
Some one individual
Just up and started talking,
Say, one evening by a fire,
One afternoon on a hunt,
One morning gathering roots.
Is anyone listening?
Those were the first words spoken
In the imagination,
Followed by grumbling complaints.
Or maybe it was a poem,
Something chanted, a loud wish
For something to be granted,
And, when that thing was granted,
Everyone was envious
And began chanting themselves,
And that was human language.
Better yet, just muttering,
Not in the least bit social,
Eventually overheard,
The original ear worm.
So then the muttering spread,
And this is where it all led.
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