Take Me To Their Leader
A welcome to the pentaquark
Arriving from the deep and dark:
“If Tories like it, let it stay,”
Said Harriet Harman yesterday.
For years it has evaded Science,
But now it seeks mankind’s alliance:
“If liked by a Conservative,”
Said Harman, “we have love to give.”
The pentaquark is lean and mean,
And hardly ever, ever seen:
“If Cameron buys it, so shall we,”
Said Harriet. “That’s democracy.”
Who knows if it’s a useless article,
The PQ, Hadron’s brand new particle?
“Who cares if it’s the Tories’ pet?
We’ll add applause,” said Harriet.
Something nasty in the wild –
Like charging for an extra child –
But if the Tories claim it’s tame,
Says Harriet, “It’s all the same.”
The pentaquark may have green teeth,
And wear its poison underneath:
But we can’t argue if it’s vicious.
Because that’s not, says H, propitious.
No proper opposition party
Should ever try to seem a smartie:
“Dear Pentaquark,” sang HH, “you
May be a Con, but we’re all Blue.”