Mix the light from stars
With deep-mined hot metal
See gods fall from grace
I found a used calorimeter,
In some bushes by the park,
It was covered in all kinds of muck,
So I returned after dark.
I took along Roger Barker,
An expert in such matters,
It was easy keeping pace with him,
...I guess he was in tatters.
As we drew closer to the stump,
He begged not to proceed,
Said he couldn't stand the thought,
Of what might be in store for me.
'Cause last time - It was all a trap!
The perp' must remain anonymous,
But that dark night, a full moon was out,
And Rog' was made good on some promises!
Now ever since, he's not been right,
But then - What was his baseline?
He stood up all the train ride home
I heard, thanks to his grapevine.
All over the internet
The monkeys chase the weasel
And wax poetic
Scribbled on his easel
A calorimeter in a bush you say?
Well, was it used all the way?
Calorimeters can be used
And for that matter, abused
On this I have much to say!
Zeus is right about one thing
When used incorrectly, it'll make you sing!
For calorimeters are no toys
To be played with by little boys
That full moon night, twas just a fling!
Now some protocols have been discussed
And principles too, I'm not really fussed
What bothers me
Is clear to see
Nah, not really, I'm non-plussed
with China bins
tries to stop