What's In A Name? - Lincoln Park Zoo Poem by Ima Ryma

Called a panda, I'm really not.
My kind got named mistakenly.
Long ago some human guy thought
I was a panda, so named me.
Today, humans now believe that
We're in a family alone,
And not bear or raccoon or cat,
But classified on our own.
Yet we are called red panda still.
The misnomer is so widespread.
The name has stuck and always will.
The name is partly right - we're red!

So I'm a red panda to you.
Visit me at Lincoln Park Zoo.