In Rexburg halls where lab coats gleam,

And microscopes observe the dream,

There walks a man with field-born grace,

And probably sunscreen on his face.

He speaks of owls, of range, of streams,

Of conservation's careful schemes,

While students write with startled speed:

"This ecosystem has a need."

O Jericho, with lecture might,

You make the food web feel polite.

The elk stand tall. The trout confer.

The sagebrush whispers, "Yes, professor."

So raise a beaker, clean and bright,

To fieldwork boots and classroom light.

For wildlife, data, jokes, and awe:

Dr. Whiting brings ecological law.