now that the regular voting is over, as threatened ... I mean promised, herewith my poem on the brontosaurus:
ode to a vanished species
i sing the mighty brontosaur
who, sad to tell, exists no more,
and never did the scientists say.
(he’s really just an apatosaurus
those upstart apes proclaim in chorus.)
i ask, why not the other way?
Restore the bronto’s old position
consign the apato to perdition!
The beast who used to walk like thunder
they’ve classified as someone’s blunder.
It’s all as ap himself hath plotted,
for, envying long the bronto’s fame,
and most of all, his glamorous name
(which though in question remains unspotted)
with guile he spun his wicked lies
and said, “he’s me – but in disguise!”
and ever since we were chimpanzees
deceiving, thus deceived with ease
(the saddest truth of our psychology)
‘tis not a stretch so very long
to think that science could be wrong
and therefore, paleontology.
And so, my child, ‘tis only the optimists
who put their faith in the fickle taxonomists.
And now poor bronto, all bereft
victim of prehistoric identity theft.
He, the noblest of all his kind,
stripped of his name and reduced in station
from a lordly genus to a poor relation —
what use (we ask) is the elevated mind?
O, of all misfortunes the most colossal,
to be scorned as a mis-identified fossil!
l'envoi:
so let us praise in voice uproarious
all hail the mighty brontosaurus!