Aren't those ancient monsters whose bones they find in the hills comical looking creatures—now that we are several million years safely away from them? The comic artists (of pen and pencil) are always having fun with them. Arthur Guiterman, for instance, in picturing what spring must have been like in those old days:
"Go-dum, bally hoosh!" is the note of the Icthyosaurus.
"Notorum-dorando!" the blithe Hippocampus replies.
"Chin-chin-orizaba-pelote!" rings the jubilant chorus
Of sweet Pterodactyls that wing the cerulean skies.[26]
[26] "The Laughing Muse."
ON A NEW ENGLAND HILL
"Great lumps of pudding the giants threw,
They tumbled about like rain."