Behold the tardigrade
Who liveth in a little drop of dew
And careth not for sun or for the shade

And he dineth on a mote
Which he findeth on a leaf
Or the bottom of a reef
Or the wild fox's throat

And he will not come to grief
Should he chance to sink or float
And he is the utmost chief
Of the microscope

inspired by https://friend.camp/@ranjit/116891216399130201

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