You know what dinosaur has a musical sounding name? Eustreptospondylus. Just say it out loud. I mean, if you can. It's pronounced “you strepped a SPON dull us,” which, coincidentally, is also how you say “My hovercraft is full of eels” in Hungarian.
My boy Toby, who just turned 3 last week, is obsessed with dinosaurs. Not like, he's really into dinosaurs, I mean obsessed. He plays exclusively with dinosaur toys, and these dinosaurs not only fight each other (or, as Toby, says, “dey're fighting to-gedder!”), but they have entire social lives with each other. Usually this means they visit each other's houses to watch movies and eat hot dogs (the herbivores, too), and when one of them gets too aggressive, well that's it, they get a time out. When we play outside, we pretend to be dinosaurs (lately we're Allosauruses a lot, and sometimes we use our jackets as wings to be Quetzaoatluses, which I know, aren't actually dinosaurs), and when we had his birthday party with all the relatives, every time I'd present him with a new gift to unwrap, he'd look at me with a mad kind of sparkle in his eye and ask, “Is it dinosaurs?”
So he really likes them. He watches the cartoon Dinosaur Train a lot (we don't have cable, so we do Netflix on the Apple TV), and now he's completely invested in repeated viewings of the BBC faux documentary series Walking with Dinosaurs (and its various offshoots), narrated by Kenneth Branaugh. Toby even loves Branaugh's voice, and repeats much of the narration in a baritone English accent, which you have ot hear to believe.
One of the dinosaurs profiled ever so briefly on Walking with Dinosaurs (or, as Toby believes it to be called, Rarring with Dinosaurs) is, you guessed it, Eustreptospondylus. And something about that word spoken in Kenneth Branaugh's sincere-yet-grave voice gave it, to my ear, a kind of classical meter, and I couldn't help but presume it was one of those dinosaur names that Mr. Branaugh probably had to work on a bit before he could say it without laughing (like my other favorite that he says, “Muttaburrasaurus”).
And long story made a little less long, Eustreptospondylus sounded like it shoud be in a song. So I started singing this around the house, much to the dismay of all who share this home with me.
To the tune of “Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay”:
He's such a blunderbuss
Hope he don't fondle us!
Suffers from wanderlust
So he rides gondalas
I hope this little ditty infects your brain as it has the one from which it first spawned. You're welcome!