Sir Ethylene, to scientists fair prey, (Who dig and delve and peek and push and prey. And prove their findings with equations sly) Smoothed out his ruffled orbitals, to say:
"I stand in symmetry. Mine is a way of mystery and magic. Ancient, I am also deemed immortal. Should I die, Pi would be in the sky, and judgement day would be upon us. For all things must fail, that hold our universe together, when bonds such as bind me fail, and fall asunder. Hence, stand I firm against the endless hail of scientific blows. I yield not"
Men and their computers stand, stare and wonder.
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