Rudy had a Tri-Cera-Tops, it's bones were white as snow
And everywhere that Rudy went, "Tricey" was bound to go...
It followed him to the Museum one day, which was against the Rules
And brought him into conflict you see, with Gypsy and her Ghouls...

And caused thereby a grievous trip through the High Courts of the Land
And Rudy won, and Rudy lost – Differing Views on every hand
And the Magistrate with legalistic mien, banged down his Judicial gavel...
And Rudy and Tricey, don't you see, landed thus out in the gravel!

"Now this won't do," said Rudy then. "We can't sleep in the park...
And so he laid his Master Plan... (Others, always, kept in the dark)
Thus was born a Nation's First: The Palm Beach "Muz-Without-Walls"
And Tricey and Rudy shared a desk, and together took incoming calls.

But supporters were few, and no one came, and times grew rather lean
(Not really odd at all, you see: no walls – then what's to be seen?)
But Rudy thought long and Rudy thought hard, and said, "I think I know...
If the Rubes stay away and the Rubes won't come,... then to them we'll take the Show!"

So e-Bay produced an old circus van, in which his troupe could go
And he lettered with pride, down each weathered side:
"Professor Rudy's Medicine Show!"

And he bought a top hat with diamond-dust band, and a frock coat ever so green
And he rode topside with Kris by his side (She now played the tambourine)...
And they cruised the roads of the Goldcoast towns, and often stopped in the park
And setup a stage and wheeled Tricey out (there were torches for after dark).

But roads they were rough, and bumpy you see... And once they stopped in dismay
For inside the Van, Tricey had taken a lurch – and some bones had come astray
But this indomitable crew, had a secret or two... and pulled off in the next shady spot
And the Professor said, "Here's what we do: use KraziGlu!...And give 'er all we got!"

But that nite out loud, a voice in the crowd, called "Perfesser! - Hold up here a bit!
Fer there's somethin' wrong, some bones don't belong ..with this 'yer dinnysour yit..
There's a horn now where his tail should be, 'n two in front: 'n they should be Three!"
And his legs is twisty ... somethin' ain't right... he looks da dinny whut losted da' fight!"

But Tricey that night made a Curtain Call... the hit, they say, of the whole damn Mall!
But like O. Wendell Holmes' in his "One Hoss Shay" – that fell apart to a year and a day
On the Century celebration of its last birthday...
("Hardly a thing in its Hundreth Year,
That's not looking and feeling a little queer")....

Just so had Tricey faced the eons all down – before she arrived in the Goldcoast towns
Cretaceous Born and Cretaceous Bred – even though a long time dead...
And so she gave just a tiny quiver, that soon grew into a giant shiver...
And then with a crash she all came down,
And the Professor and Kris had to hastily leave town.

And as O. Wendell Homes concluded one day:

"That is all, yes all, I have to say!"

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