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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.