Ornithanthropos

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Ornithanthropos

“Let John P. Irish rise!” the edict rang

As when Creation into being sprang!

Nature, not clearly understanding, tried

To make a bird that on the air could ride.

But naught could baffle the creative plan⁠—

Despite her efforts ’twas almost a man.

Yet he had risen⁠—to the bird a twin⁠—

Had she but fixed a wing upon his chin.