Now I know better and raise high in air
Bumpers Falernian, "Looking towards you."
Great be the glory the future awards you,
You that have given the first-born a cropper,
Bay-leaves immortal encircle your topper;
Though you're a scientist, you are no dry ass—
I take off my hat to you, Karl, for I share
Your "very sensible bias."
Long were we "minors" oppressed by our "major"
All our lives through since we started at school;