Music: Jim Bonney
These outer worlds are cruel
Our universe is cold
2.7 Kelvin, if truth be told.
Scientism is a lonely field
In which we research double-blind
The very fact we found each other
Boggles the undisciplined mind
I can count on you.
You can count on me.
We're the golden ratio
Geometric harmony
When our theories are challenged
When we stare down peer review
You can count on me.
And I can count on you
Colleagues can be cold
but academia's always true
Why use double entendres,
when sextuple ones will do
You taught me scientismic ways
Even seers did not foresee
Two heavenly bodies never at rest
shot my fluids to 100 degrees.
(whisper: "Celsius!")
Putting facts over feelings
That's Scientism's adage
Together we rise above,
we beat the mean average
We cite each other's sources
Cite each other's dissertations
In a universe of lonely nights
we have an intimate collaboration.
I can count on you.
You can count on me.
We're the golden ratio
Geometric harmony
When our theories are challenged
When we stare down peer review
You can count on me.
And I can count on you