Friday, August 19, 2011

The Modern Scientist

If I could give a quarter horse
A long and pointed horn,
Would he still be a quarter horse
Or be a unicorn?

If I could change a chicken’s beak
Into a gator’s snout,
I wonder if he’d look for seeds,
Or gorge himself on trout?

If I could tweak the DNA
Of humans now and then,
I might create a master race,
And get on CNN.

So thinks the modern scientist
Who crosses every line,
Dividing plant and animal,
The human and divine.

But even men of science die,
And pipers must be paid;
Perhaps he’ll spend eternity
With all the things he’s made.

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