Quark Family Values

Have you seen the Quark family?

Buzzing around in their proton cars

No they never rest

What colours are they?

Oh all sorts, they're very multicultural you know

Not much like the Jones' next door just plain old electrons for sure

No, the quarks have spin, this way that way, they have charisma you know

Oh sure they can be up or down, don't catch them on an off day

Or if they're entangled, that can be a mess, some jerk

The other side of the universe pulling their strings

Really they are a piece of work

Catch them on a good day when they're on a wave riding high, some might say

Not always good just as a particle, sometimes here sometimes not

You might be waiting a long time on the front step

But go round to the back, more than likely

They've got stuck in the grating of the conservatory

And they are just waiting for a neighbour to observe them

Then magically they appear, it's like they can't make up their minds themselves

To be in

On that note, mind you don't step on the neighbour's cat in the alleyway

The Schrödinger’s are always letting him out the box

I swear I saw him flat dead on the road last week

A hit and run

Then on Monday, there's the old rascal again on the driveway

Must have given him the slip,

But he does leave his gifts on the quark’s lawn

That's why they installed a motion detector, just to catch him in the act

But they never do, at night the light comes on but no body's home

Then I think it must be a ghost in the machine, so I checked the device

And what do you know? They only forgot to plug the darn thing in

Still I'm house sitting for them next week, I'll catch that cat in the act then

And if not I'll give that security company a ring, photo-electric sell they're called

Oh I don't know where they're going, they said Alpha Centauri, just buzzing off again

Think of the air miles, and you know they've got twins, quite a handful little yang and yin

But put them together they're an inseparable thing

How much will it cost? Well I know they live on a shoestring

And recently I heard it vibrating like to the sounds of world's smallest violin

Paganini, you guessed it, virtuoso player that yang, and her brother Yin

If you ever heard him sing, you'll have thought an Angel sang

Still they'll be back next Sunday via a round trip to Japan

Then a turn around CERN to visit their Swiss Gran

Higgs Boson their Big Grand Daddy is having a smashing time

Flinging himself around the particle accelerator, at his age it's grand

Well I can't be standing around her all day chatting, Einstein's the name

Welcome to the neighbourhood neighbour, yes I feel the same

Let's meet up one evening for a game of poker or dice

You a friend of mine will join us also, but he doesn't always play nice

Sometimes he throws them where you can't see them

And then he makes it all up, but you've got to play along with him

While he's holding the cup.

Yeah, I'll give you a call around seven or eight

My house is Pi times the distance to the garden gate

Go down Time street until you cross space square

I'm on corner 3D but you have to down a blind alley to get there

Then it opens up into multidimensional park, there's a statue of Isaac Newton

who needs polishing, and Maxwell the dog may give you a bark,

But he's just doing his field equations, walked by Gauss and his metric

Of course the Jacobians will be dancing the jig, and the Hamiltonians

may be roasting a pig, but if you don't get distracted, or don't give a fig -

Ignore Adam and Eve in the leaves, they're on another rig-

I'll be setting up stage ready for the open air performance

Of a Midsummer night's dream and Plank's constant gone electric

But you say that scene is not for you alright

Why not try Twelfth Night, it's more your score

and it will sure score a hit, with the kids at the door

They're trickle Treating with string theory

It's Halloween and more

But you're getting on like me, we're a couple of pumpkins

Let's just sit down and cogitate that rousing squirrel nutkin

From his Winter store of goodies, and locked in wooden wealth

Yes you better call it a night old chap

And why not call it the Twelfth