[Bernard Marx]

This reminds me of a little ditty I wrote, thinking about the long search for "extinct" coelocanths.

Sing a song of coelocanths,

Long extinct old coelocanths;

Bones of ancient coelocanths

Sleeping in the rocks.

Brainy modern scientists

Dig for bones of coelocanths,

Paying native laborers

A pittance for their work.

Higher-earning fishermen,

Nets abulge with with coelocanths,

Howl in gustatorial rants:

Mmmmm…mmmm…good!

“We eat ‘em fried, we eat ‘em poached,

And, pickled, dried, and smoked

We salivate for sushi as

We load ‘em in our boats.”

Oh the coelocanths, old coelocanths,

The paleontologist’s quest:

At lunch while sketching how they looked,

He spills some on his vest.

[JoeProBono]

Bravo!

[GeronL]

thats pretty good. my brain put it to odd music