The Amoeba is so small you need
  A microscope to see one
  It hurts the eyes, but I'll concede,
  I'd rather see then be one
  They never sing or laugh or talk
  Or eat fondeau or quiche
  And if you take one for a walk
  You need a tiny leash
  I know the thing must have a brain
  Although I couldn't tell you where
  It sure must be an awful pain
  To be so unicellular