[Graybeard]

In Defense of the Quanta

So you're back from Quantum Country, Mister Rascal, where you went,
And you're cursing all the business in a bitter discontent;
Well, we grieve to disappoint you, and it makes it hard to bear
That it wasn't what you went for -- 'Uncle Albert' wasn't there

And your Rolex got the jitters, and Space went all astray
Tho naught to put your finger on, in a relativ-ity way

Well, you know it's not so often that we sees a swell like you;
And our maths are a little uncertain, and we don't know what to do,
Still, we're not so much on gravitas -- quite lighthearted in our way
And if you should return again, we'll see that you don't stray,

Tho your Rolex gets the jitters, and Space goes all astray
Theres naught to put your finger on, in the relativ-ity way

Tho we fear, and mores the pity, that you won't be back anon
Once you've got the quantum jitters, its hard to soldier on
So we'll do our best to miss you, we'll toast you on your own
For our beer's got a strange head on, we call it quantum foam

Tho your Rolex gets the jitters, and Space goes all astray
The last time you were with us, you were heard to say

'I'll give those quantum beasties best, they've shaken all me nerve
to feel them whistle thru the Void, and plunge and buck and swerve
Their safe at 'rest' in Quantum Land, I'll salute them with 'Enough!'
Relativity's all the go -- henceforth -- for Rascal Puff.'

Tho your Timepiece gets the jitters, and Space goes all astray
We'd be mighty pleased to see if you come back our way


just for fun ... greg