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
