. Bizarre . 205 On the Trail of the Thallophyte A band of lads and lassies gay I chanced to meet one autumn day Upon a rural winding way, Over the hills and far away. The sun shone bright, the day was fair; The young folks looked full debonair; Though joyous they, and free from care, Thev wore a scientific air. Though asked I not, still I could see They were a class in Botany. Some carried boxes which enclosed The tiny Algae which reposed As symbionts with saprophyte. Or cherished by a parasite Which close enfolded in embrace These microcosms of Algal race. Some of the band their hats did trim
. Bizarre . 205 On the Trail of the Thallophyte A band of lads and lassies gay I chanced to meet one autumn day Upon a rural winding way, Over the hills and far away. The sun shone bright, the day was fair; The young folks looked full debonair; Though joyous they, and free from care, Thev wore a scientific air. Though asked I not, still I could see They were a class in Botany. Some carried boxes which enclosed The tiny Algae which reposed As symbionts with saprophyte. Or cherished by a parasite Which close enfolded in embrace These microcosms of Algal race. Some of the band their hats did trim With lichen thallus to the brim; While others carried kerchiefs white. Hiding the tiny Thallophyte. Their guide I saw, so learned, wise. His knowledge surely would surprise The sages of antiquity. I righth guessed that he must be Professor in some famous school Where erudition has its rule. Why, I believe this teacher knew Most all the plants that ever grew; And why they grew and whence their names. And all
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