Wait, wait, it’s not all doom and
gloom, we promise! Look, we even
wrote an inspiring sonnet!
And though we may seem lost here in the dark
It’s not all blood and guts (though that’s still fun)
The heroes get a chance to leave their mark
Like Salk who wouldn’t patent his new sun
So poison we will drink if fate demands
We’ll bleed ourselves to find the truth within
The vinegar perfume still on our hands
We eat the fudge we pray is medicine
Sometimes we human beings got it right
As hard as that may be now to believe
Maybe by luck sometimes we find the light
And accidental greatness we achieve
So let us end on this last happy note
Except Kellogg who was kind of a scrot(um)