It didn’t snow again today
The rain chose not to stay away
But fell in solely liquid form
Which violates the crystal norm
That we associate with snow
And where there’s rain the snow won’t go
Which I accept. The trouble’s that
I’m stuck with this dumb magic hat.
When deadlines loom that caffeine zoom’s
A boon, but when your tummy’s sore
Your coffee still can’t drink itself
So what the hell is science for?
Because, of course, it’s up to me, I say:
That isn’t music, that’s just noise with words.
Music is the thing musicians play,
Or Nature, like with waterfalls or birds.
Because it’s up to me, I’ll make this clear:
Your so-called “god” is just a made-up tale.
The real God — mine — inspires faith and fear,
And tells us what it’s like inside a whale.
It’s up to me to tell you what is good,
And so it’s good for you I’m glad to share
My perfect grasp of how a person should
Behave; such generosity is rare.
It’s up to me to tell you how to act,
Except in science class. A fact’s a fact.
Sound waves travel well in water.
That’s a science fact you oughter
Share. Nobody near to tell?
Just duck your head and give a yell!
Belief in science
Isn’t a requirement
That’s kind of the point
Repeated passive heating
Counteracts effects of eating
If you bathe without repeating
Though, the act is self-defeating