Tuesday, September 24, 2013


How about them tardigrades, ain't they a hero?
Livin' and lovin' in absolute zero.

Stubby little legs, cute little face.
Crawlin' in the lichens, hangin' out in space, 

Look at them water bears, ain't they stout?
Fry'n them up, wringin' them out.

Them party hearty tartigrades, ain't they creepy?
Soakin' up roentgens don't make 'em sleepy.

How to be a tardigrade?  Don't have to be precocious,
Find yerself some moss, start yer cryptobiosis.

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