Marty Leipzig Whilst digging again, alas, through some old files, I found this little gem.

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Marty Leipzig Whilst digging again, alas, through some old files, I found this little gem. I hope you enjoy. If not, too bad, it's already locked in your synapses... ---------------------------------------------------------------- _STRUTHIOMIMUS_, or the danger of being too clever. The Dinosaurs, or so we're told, Were far too imbecile to hold Their own against mammalian brains; Today not one of them remains. There is another school of thought, Which says they suffered from a sort Of constipation from the loss Of adequate supplies of moss. But science now can put before us The reason true why _Brontosaurus_ Became extinct. In the Cretaceous A beast incredibly sagacious Lived and loved and ate its fill; Long were its legs, and sharp its bill, Cunning its hands, to steal the eggs Of beasts as clumsy in the legs As _Proto-_ and _Triceratops_, And run, like gangsters from the cops, To some safe vantage point from which It could enjoy its plunder rich. Cleverer than any fox, Or Bryan in the witness box. It was a very great success. No egg was safe from it unless Retained within its mothers' womb, And so the archosaurs met their doom. The Dinosaurs were most put out And bitterly complained about The way their eggs, of giant size, Were eaten up before their eyes, Before they had a chance to hatch, By a beast they couldn't catch. This awful carnage could not last; The Age of Archosaurs was past. They went as broody as a hen When all her eggs were pinched by men. Older they grew, and sadder yet, But still no offspring could they beget. Until at last the fearful time, as Yet unguessed by _Struthiomimus_ Arrived, when no more eggs were laid, And then at last was he afraid. He could not learn to climb with ease To reach the birds' nests in the trees, And though he followed round and round Some funny furry things he found, They never laid an egg - not once. It made him feel an awful dunce. So, thin beyond all recognition, He died at last of inanition. MORAL This story has a simple moral With which the wise hardly quarrel; Remember, chum, it hardly ever Pays to be too bloody clever.

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