A/N:
Being completely unsoppy and rather high on boredom (yes, it is possible!), my
good friend Harriet V. Skypotter (aka Jordi) and I sort of thought this up on
the way to class…from Madrigals. Yes, we do sing weird songs, but they are GOOD
weird songs.
Disclaimer:
The Sound of Silence belongs to whoever it belongs to-we know we don't own it.
But we're not so sure about the sounds of science…
The Sound of Science (the sound of silence)
Hello
little desk my friend,
I've
come to drool on you again.
Because
their boring way of teaching
Drones
on while I am sleeping
And
facts that were poured into my brain
Don't
remain
Not a
single thought of science
My
narrow brain is full of stone,
Where
complicated theories must be grown
'Neath
the halo of a Bunsen burner
I
managed to turn the lab table over,
When my
bottom was burnt by the heat of the blazing fire
That
killed my desire
To
learn the sound of science
And in
Lab 3.1 I saw
Twenty
people, maybe more
People
passing notes without speaking,
The
teacher's talking, no one listening
One
person writing notes that they will share,
With
those who don't care
About
the sound of science
"Fools!"
said I, "You do not know,
Science
like boredom grows"
"Heed
the words that they will teach you.
And you
will find your test beneath you."
But if
you do not, you will find your brain will rot,
And you
will fail…
In the
ways of science
And the
teachers hoped and prayed,
That
the students would behave
And the
PA system crackled out its warning.
That a
fire threat was forming
And the
Principal said, "Attention teachers, students, and many more, please file out
the door"
And so
ended the sounds of science
A/N:
Given the number fire drills, bomb threats and other reasons for the evacuation
of the school, we thought this would be an appropriate ending.
Please,
review. We'd like your comments, even if they are rather scathing. Please, feel
free to write nasty reviews. Especially any nasty ones with the words carrot
head, arachibutyrophobia, furcifer, smarmy git, and mollified
in them. Who knows? We might even mention you in the next filk we do…so keep
your eyes peeled, your onions diced and fried with garlic, and your
dictionary/ies at hand.