. The Biological bulletin. Biology; Zoology; Biology; Marine Biology. Reference: Biol. Bull 180: 329-331. (June. 1991) The Rime of the Ancient Scientist EDWARD A. KRAVITZ* (With apologies to Coleridge. Tennyson, Gray, Blake, and others too numerous to mention) Part the First //; which the ancient Scientist detaineth and praiseth his beloved. It was an ancient Scientist, And he choseth one of three. "By thy horned rim glass and balding pate. Now wherefore choos't thou me? Yon lobster pot is opened wide And stuffed full with kin: Choose mollusk, moth or fruity fly, Blood-sucking leech or fi
. The Biological bulletin. Biology; Zoology; Biology; Marine Biology. Reference: Biol. Bull 180: 329-331. (June. 1991) The Rime of the Ancient Scientist EDWARD A. KRAVITZ* (With apologies to Coleridge. Tennyson, Gray, Blake, and others too numerous to mention) Part the First //; which the ancient Scientist detaineth and praiseth his beloved. It was an ancient Scientist, And he choseth one of three. "By thy horned rim glass and balding pate. Now wherefore choos't thou me? Yon lobster pot is opened wide And stuffed full with kin: Choose mollusk, moth or fruity fly, Blood-sucking leech or fishy ; He holds him with his skinny hand, "Biochemist trained was't I; Thou art the best of all the rest, I'll give thee reasons why. Hail to thee most noble of crustaceans! Worthy of Homaric ode, Behemoth of a briny deep. Traveler, of a wet, sandy Phalo h\ Rnben Huher * The author is the George Packer Berry Professor of Neurobiology at Harvard Medical School, 220 Longwood Avenue, Boston, MA 02115. No predator dare match thy might; Who choose with thee to fight? No spindly jaws or furry paws Dare tamper with thy mega-claws. Along the way, limbs that are lost Can be replaced, no extra cost. How practical, how devine; How cute thou art, how truly fine. Inventor of contraception! Thou scoff? Thou doubt? What other creature neatly packs all its sperm cells up in sacs? Thou matest but once a year, tis true. But that one time is quite a time! If after all, one's going to breed. Why one? Why two? Like lowly man. Fifty thousand is the plan. Cute little larval brood (of course, to mom they're mostly food), Which also makes good sense, thou see'st. If mom didn't help by munching some. The sea woulds't be a lobster slum With millions and millions of the beasts; No room for fish, crabs or other feasts. Is't thy color really red? Only when thou'rt really dead. This poem was recited for the first time on November 2, 1989, at the annual meeting of the Society for Neuroscie
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