El siguiente poema de John Delbert Allen titulado The Taxidermist apareció publicado en el número de julio de 1943 de la revista Modern Taxidermist:
"Taxidermists are model men,
But after that I hestitate.
Their sorrows toldwith tongue or pen,
Alas, alas, are far too great.
From highest Art to lowly work
His Art may lead him day by day,
But from nothing can he shirk
That luck and chance can throw his way.
Some things unpleasant to recall,
Where awfully rank aromas rose-
He could not have worked at all
Without a clothespin on his nose.
In one blue fly there's not much wrong,
Or danger to humanity,
But when he comes ten thousand strong,
That calls for near profanity!
When specimens are fresh and sweet
And every hair and feather tight,
Our happiness is then complete
And spirits sail up like a kite.
But this reversed-I hate to hell;
Our spirits then sink so low
And ere we even get a smell.
We feel like where vile sinners go.
Still we have one comforting thought,
Though our sorrows here are so great;
If we have done 'bout as we ought,
Heaven will fully compensate.
Would I ask more? o no, not I:
E'en this leaves one thought to annoy!
I would ask less, and this is why;
I fear, Up There, I'll die of joy."
