And so the bug geekery begins...

I found this poem in a reference book the other day while cleaning out the lab. It was written in 1974 by a guy named Howell. I'm not sure which frightens me more: That someone wrote this, or that I find it hysterical.

Oligochaete: Thou taxononic pain
My mouth and mind and memory affirm,
T'would be much less a stress upon the brain
To designate you merely as a worm.
But then again, perhaps it is untrue
To brand you as too simple for your name.
For possibly, the tests we put you through
Just don't quite fit your undulating frame.
Psychologists are on the highest ground
When studying the ways of mice and men.
But with invertebrates they're often found
Quite ignorant of how they should begin.
The object of my study is to try
To help both man and worm see eye to eye.