Ornithanthropos

  “Let John P. Irish rise!” the edict rang
  As when Creation into being sprang!
  Nature, not clearly understanding, tried
  To make a bird that on the air could ride.
  But naught could baffle the creative plan⁠—
  Despite her efforts ’twas almost a man.
  Yet he had risen⁠—to the bird a twin⁠—
  Had she but fixed a wing upon his chin.