Paul The Octopus, Honored

Octopuses come and go—

So must, of course, we all—

A final act, celebrity

Does nothing to forestall;

But there was one eight-legged sort

Who held us in his thrall

The octopus-cum-oracle

We came to know as Paul.

A bit of zoo publicity

You probably recall:

Presented with two choices,

Toward the winner he would crawl!

His name lives on in legend;

Now he takes a curtain call,

With a statue and memorial,

Where he sits atop a ball.

NPR has the story, and pictures of the monument.