Deinonychosauria

What color is a dinosaur? In older times you always guessed. But microscopes can tell you more Than plain conjecture at its best. The understanding lacked before Is with a struggle now possessed, To learn the colors that I wore, Like red within my crest. As newer science comes along To better understand the dead, The finest paintings can be wrong, Demanding others in their stead. So always paint the color strong On part of me that's tinted red. You know the place it will belong: The crest upon my head.