Small sovereign of the vial and the glass,
Your wings beat secrets time cannot disguise.
Through you, the threads of heredity pass,
Revealed beneath a hundred compound eyes.
In crowded labs your lineage is traced,
Each mutant fly a tale of genes laid bare.
With humble form, yet none of it is waste—
You map the codes all species learn to share.
A model made for vast discovery,
You taught us how a single cell divides,
How hearts can form, how minds might come to be,
And where the root of human failing hides.
O tiny fly, with legacy immense,
You are the poet of our genome’s sense.
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