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A [lovelorn] [microbe] met by chance
  At a [swagger] [bacteroidal] dance
A proud bacillian [belle], and she
  Was first of the [animalcule|animalculae].
Of [organism] [saccharine],
  She was the [protoplasm]ic queen.
The microscopical pride and pet
  Of the biological smartest set,
And so this [infinitesimal] [swain]
  Evolved a pleading low [refrain]:
  “O lovely [metamorphic] [germ],
  What [futile] scientific term
  Can well describe your many charms?
  Come to these [embryonic] arms,
  Then [hie] away to my cellular home,
  And be my little [diatom]!”
His [epithelium] burned with love,
  He swore by molecules above
She’d be his own [gregarious] [mate],
  Or else he would [disintegrate].
This [amorous] [mite] of a [parasite]
  Pursued the [germ] both [day and night],
And ‘neath her window often played
  This [Charles Darwin|Darwin]-[Thomas Henry Huxley|Huxley] [serenade]—
He’d [warble] to her ev'ry day
  This [rhizopod|rhizopodical] [roundelay]:
  “O most [primordial] type of [spore],
  I never met your like before.
  And though [a microbe has no heart],
  From you, sweet germ, I’ll never part.
  We’ll sit beneath some [fungus] growth
  Till [dissolution] claims us both!”
--[George Ade], [1906]