Suess & Biodiversity
There once was a kid, in a grand university,
And what that kid did was study biodiversity.
That kid looked at texts; her brain muscles flexed,
But though she read texts, she got more vexed with the next and the next!
“Where’s the fun in this? These books are for schnooks!
These make this Miss hiss!” And she gave them dirty looks.
But then her T.A., who was admittedly odd,
Gave her and her fellows a book that was not flawed!
“'The Lorax', by Jove!” she cried in delight,
“Why Seuss’s stuff’s brilliant! Mike must be quite bright!”
She read the tragic tale of the Once-ler’s encroaching,
Of the environment he ruined with his Truffula Tree poaching.
“Well, clearly,” said she, “That’s urbanization.
Those Once-lers began curbin’ the population.”
“They started with trees, but there’s always a chain;
When they cut down the Truffulas for personal gain,
A domino effect was set into motion,
A little wave comes crashing down as an ocean!”
“So long Truffula, so long Bar-ba-loot!
With no food or shelter, those suits get the boot!”
“Those critters were solely dependent upon
The Fruit of the Truffula, and when those were gone, they had to move on.”
“Now think you on this, just for a mo-
If the Bar-ba-loots ain’t here, well then where did they go?”
“Did they take up a new spot, shoving out some others?
Did they die out quietly, all those mothers and brothers?”
“A Bar-ba-loot invasion would muck up the equation,
But Bar-ba-loot extinction; why I can’t even think, then!”
“And what of the others: the Swomee-Swans, the Humming-Fish?
Did they see what was coming? I wish!”
“Polluted by smog and gluppity-glup in the pond,
Well, there was really only one way that they could respond,
They packed up and moved on, just like the Bar-ba-loots.”
“Sickened and weary, they went off dragging their boots.
Then closed the curtain on that once fine habitat,
Down went the last Truffula and, it seemed, that was that.”
Then the Lorax, who’d warned him, again and again,
Went off, in his sadness; left only the Once-ler and then-“
“Well then,” said the kid, “The tale takes a twist,
There’s hope all a-hovering, if you get my gist.”
“The Once-ler has left one small seed, in his sorrow;
Just one, for a Truffula tree for somebody’s tomorrow.”
“This tale’s full of caution: ‘bout greed and natural imbalance.
And this Lorax, well, he’s full of some int’resting talents.”
“But he’s best on perception, on cause and effect;
And maintaining biodiversity’s his major project.”
“He failed to stop the Once-ler from causing a mess
But he left him a chance, one last UNLESS.”
“The biodiversity in this tale is real clear.
Seuss made his point well and the evidence is here:
He was warning us all to clean up our act,
Or that’s how our own habitat’ll react.
’Cause all things in a habitat interact; it’s a fact.”
The kid thought the Lorax was valuable reading.
Just the thing, in fact, she was needing!
“Now this is a Thneed; indeed,” said she,
“This is all that a bio text should be!”
And she wrote up this project, quite creatively,
Thought she, in all modesty.
Labels: biodiversity, biology, lorax, poetry, seuss