Beverly Storyteller

Sung to this tune:

Come listen to my story about a man named Harari

A poor storyteller who could barely keep us his Ferrari 

Then one day he was shooting for a story

And up though his muse came the bubbling glory

 

Sapiens that is, solid gold, scientific populism

 

The next thing you know old Yuval is a pariah 

But to others he is the blessed messiah

Californation is the place he ought to be

So he loaded up his manuscripts and moved to Beverly 

Shills that is, story sellers, fantasy land

Well now it's time to say good-bye to all of his critics

All of their complaints are at best quite arthritic

Y'all are invited back for more of his books

You'll get a good tale with plenty of his hooks

 

Yarns that is, hypnotic spells, so much fun