After reading about our recent paper on mustache-like structures on the upper lip of Poecilia sphenops, the world press celebrated mustaches à la Burt Reynolds. My favorite homage came from NPR’s “Wait wait… don’t tell me”, not only because they referred to a 6′ 5” tall German with beard as a “she”, but also because of the classy limerick:
At me the girl fish let their lust flash,
I’m well groomed that makes hearts in their busts dash,
the ladies all flip,
at my hairy lip,
the molly fish all dig a mustache.