A poem about Sinosauropteryx
Sinosauropteryx A dragonfly dead. Who to thank For its demise by riverbank? As orange as the setting sun, And chasing insects, having fun. The long striped tail tailing behind Raised somewhat high, and to remind The world of their ebullience For periods and epochs hence. (The genus Sinosauropteryx was split in a paper published in February 2025. Now there are two genera: Sinosauropteryx and Huadanosaurus. This poem still features the former, though.) (On another note, the grassland article is still in the works; I'm a senior (12th) in high school, so time has been at a scarcity. In canon, it's the same; Pied not having the time to edit the podcast due to human obligations.)