Scientific Method at the Bat
Science Verse by Scieska & Smith
The outlook wasn't brilliant for my experiment
that day;
The only way to graduate was to come up with an A.
So when my lab exploded and turned to blackish gunk,
My chance of passing anything went Titanic - you know sunk.
I sat and sadly watched the clock, cursed to be alive.
It would take a miracle - no make that two - to get me to grade five.
Then I had a brainstorm, a idea so terrific:
I just had to use those words from the METHOD
SCIENTIFIC.
I grab my pen and get to work. You should see my look.
I slowly write HYPOTHESIS...OBSERVATION...in
my book.
And now the bell rings. And now I lose or win. With one
mighty PLOP, I hand my lab book in.
Oh Somewhere in science class, hypotheses
are made. Experiments are conducted.
Kids move up a grade.
Somewhere conclusions are
concluded, without a bit of doubt.
But there is no joy in this lab - my results
got me flunked out.
