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Pluto, v. 1, issue 4, September 1940
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(Hiawatha Style) By a vat of nitric acid, By a shelf of flasks and beakers Stood a broken Bunsen Burner, And by the burner stood a ringstand, Stood an old and rusty ringstand. And on the ringstand sat a flask A dirt old flask made of Pyrex, Made of Pyrex, cracked and broken. In the flask there lay a roach On his deathbed lay the roach. And around him sat some roachlets. By his bed they cried and blubbered. By a table stood a chemist, Boiling quarts of H20. Up in steam the aqua came Filled the place with noxious fumes. On the table was a T-coil. And by the T-coil a condenser, A condenser made of tinfoil. On the bench there was a retort-- Retorted right and left in fury, But couldn't crack because 'twas Pyrex. In a closet hummed a Deisel, Turned out alternating current, Shocked the chemist now and then. And then he took his flasks and beakers, Made some nitro-glycerin, Made a bomb, a lethal bomb. Poured some naptha with the nitro, Lit the fuse and ran like blazes, And from afar he watched destruction.
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(Hiawatha Style) By a vat of nitric acid, By a shelf of flasks and beakers Stood a broken Bunsen Burner, And by the burner stood a ringstand, Stood an old and rusty ringstand. And on the ringstand sat a flask A dirt old flask made of Pyrex, Made of Pyrex, cracked and broken. In the flask there lay a roach On his deathbed lay the roach. And around him sat some roachlets. By his bed they cried and blubbered. By a table stood a chemist, Boiling quarts of H20. Up in steam the aqua came Filled the place with noxious fumes. On the table was a T-coil. And by the T-coil a condenser, A condenser made of tinfoil. On the bench there was a retort-- Retorted right and left in fury, But couldn't crack because 'twas Pyrex. In a closet hummed a Deisel, Turned out alternating current, Shocked the chemist now and then. And then he took his flasks and beakers, Made some nitro-glycerin, Made a bomb, a lethal bomb. Poured some naptha with the nitro, Lit the fuse and ran like blazes, And from afar he watched destruction.
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