There was a man in our town,
An Astrophysicist,
Who found a place
In Hyperspace
By just a twist of wrist
But when he sought the Nearer Now
And gave another twist,
He found that he'd
Become somehow
A Cyberneticist.
From The Space Child’s Mother Goose, by Frederick Winsor
There was an old woman with notions quite new,
She never told children the things they should do.
she hoisted the covers up over her head
When people explained where her theories led.
These excerpts from The Space Child’s Mother Goose, by Frederick Winsor and Marian Parry, published by Simon and Schuster, are quoted under the rules allowing samples for review or other purposes. And because I like them.
And hereinafter the beginning of another, longer, example:
This is the Theory Jack built.
This is the Flaw
That lay in the Theory Jack built.
This is the Mummery
Hiding the Flaw
That lay in the Theory Jack built.
This is the Summary
Based on the Mummery
Hiding the Flaw
That lay in the Theory Jack built.
This is Constant K
That saved the Summary
Based on the Mummery
Hiding the Flaw
That lay in the Theory Jack Built.
Normal space is high and wide,
Hyperspace is just outside.
-Frederick Winsor
It’s a great book. I found it through “A Random Walk in Science” by RL Weber.
A new graduate student did a card catalog search on “Random Walk” in the university library. This was back in the 1980’s, on a terminal. He did a search on the title, and not the subject of “Random Walk”.
He checked it out, brought it and several other books back to the physics department, and then got very confused when he tried to read Weber’s book. It starts with “When Does Jam become Marmalade?” He was expecting “Random Walk” and got humor. Sometimes, humor doesn’t translate well.
“Random Walk” references Winsor’s book. And it’s a delight.
The Hydrogen dog and the Cobalt cat,
side by side in the armory sat.
Nobody thought about fusion or fission.
Everyone spoke of their peace time mission,
till somebody came and opened the door.
There they were, in a neutron fog.
The Codrogen Cat And the Hybalt dog;
they mushroomed up with a terrible roar,
and nobody never was there no more.*