'While listening on my cosmic phone
I caught words from the olympus blown
A newcomer was shown around
That much I could guess, aided by sound
There's archimedes with his lever
Still busy on problems as ever
Says: Matter and force are transmutable
And wrong the laws you thought immutable
Below, on earth, they work at full blast
And news are coming in thick and fast
The latest tells of a cosmic gun
To be pelted is very poor fun
We are wary with so much at stake
Those beggars are a pest—no mistake
Too bad, sir isaac, they dimmed your renown
And turned your great science upside down
Now a long haired crank, einstein by name
Puts on your high teaching all the blame
Says: Matter and force are transmutable
And wrong the laws you thought immutable
I am much too ignorant, my son
For grasping schemes so finely spun
My followers are of stronger mind
And I am content to stay behind
Perhaps I failed, but I did my best
These masters of mine may do the rest
Come, kelvin, I have finished my cup
When is your friend tesla coming up
Oh, quoth kelvin, he is always late
It would be useless to remonstrate
Then silence—shuffle of soft slippered feet
I knock and—the bedlam of the street