Upon my swivel chair I sit
And ponder on the sense of it,
This 'greater understanding' thing,
This need to make the pieces fit.

The wonders of the Universe
Have given me this blessed curse;
A need to understand it all,
Expressing this in rhyming verse.

So as I strive to make my name
In the scientific hall of fame,
I scribe my little poem and think
That something, somewhere, is to blame.

by
Helena Cowell (1990)