...and now nobody visits me anymore. :(
As it was posted as a comment by dear reader A.B. Curtiss, and we know how lazy about comments you all are, I'm posting his or her poem in honor of Futalgnkosaurus for posterity right here.
Move over, T.S. Eliot. Get a life, W.H. Auden. Quit your day job, W.B. Yeats:
A.B. Curtiss rules.
Ode to the Futalognkosaurus
By A. B. Curtiss
They now have discovered a new dinosaur.
All the papers were swift to announce it.
It has such a strange name I couldn’t believe
I would ever learn how to pronounce it.
My teacher suggested I make up a song
That used FOO-ta-long-koh-SOHR-us.
And since I wanted to learn it quick
I repeated the name in the chorus.
Eighty million years or more
This creature lived before us.
He stands more than four stories high,
He’s one humungus-saurus.
His length is plus one hundred feet,
Head to posteri-or-us.
He has at least three hundred teeth,
But probably wouldn’t gore us.
Even if he saw us, chances are
He would ignore us.
He’s mainly interested in plants.
Because he’s herbivorous.
This is the song, this is the song
Of the FOO-ta-long-koh-SOHR-us.
The FOO-ta-long, the FOO-ta-long