One of the few poems to ever get into ‘Nature’ and is by J. D. Pye.
It’s actually about moth ears and bat echolocation
In days of old and insects bold
(Before bats were invented),
No sonar cries disturbed the skies-
Moths flew uninstrumented.
The Eocene brought mammals mean
And bats began to sing;
Their food they found by ultrasound
And chased it on the wing.
Now deafness was unsafe because
The loud high-pitched vibration
Came in advance and gave a chance
To beat echolocation.
Some found a place on wings of lace
To make an ear in haste;
Some thought it best upon the chest
And some below the waist.
Then Roeder’s key upon the breeze
Made Sphingids show their paces.
He found the ear by which they hear
In palps upon their faces.
Of all unlikely places!