(Verse) 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 (Bridge) Says, "matter and force are transmutable And wrong the laws you thought immutable." (Verse 2) 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 (Bridge) Says, "matter and force are transmutable And wrong the laws you thought immutable." (Verse 3) 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