To make my theories defensible,
Whereas some facts are indispensable,
From east, west, north and south I rake ’em,
And when not ready made—I make them!!
Thus, for posterity’s behoof,
We’ve made our systems bullet proof:
Assailing us with ire red hot,
Is battering walls with pigeon shot.
But I, in spite of my renown,
Alas! am harrass’d, hunted down;