A wee little shrew poem
Posted on Wednesday, October 14, 2009 in humor, random science
In Borneo there is a shrew.
(A magazine says this story’s true.)
of how he is a shrewd collector
of the pitcher plant’s sweetest nectar.
(Nothing yet unusual to see,
but what about when he’s got to pee?)
Now nature calls the large and small.
Some seek a hole and some a stall.
The shrew just pauses in his meal
to take a break and do his deal.
He makes his poo deposit
in a fauna water closet.
The greenish climbing pitcher
is with nutrients all the richer.
The Nepenthes lowii
’tis not a flower showy.
It’ll never make the table’s vase
but for everything there is a place.
Just remember…
If you need to use its facilities
you’re asked to fertilize the stamen please.
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